Reflective Essay: The Person I Grow Up

Ever since I was a very young boy, I knew I would have limitations growing up, and that fact that I knew plus the experiences I had as I grew up made me the mature person I am today. Even at 19 years of age, the people who know me, who know the person I am, they know and they have told me that I might be too mature for my age. And due to I know how mature I can be, I know it takes great character and courage to admit one’s own greatest strength and weakness, and I don’t mean superficial strengths and weaknesses like stinking at sports, but first-rate in academics, or, what people often say, being awful at anything math related, but skillful at other things; but I will try to do the best I can to say what is my real strength and my real weakness. My greatest weakness would be

It was my grandmother, my mom, my brother and me under the same roof. My parents weren’t divorced or anything, but, sadly, I only saw my father mostly on summer vacations and on holidays because of the fact that he works in the Cayman Islands. My father always made sure we had everything we needed, and if something came up that my mother needed help, he would never hesitate to send the help we needed. I look up to him, however, I wasn’t lucky to have him around every day, he’s my role model. My father is the greatest person I know, and I know he wants me to become a better man than he is. Now, most of the time, it’s just me and my mom. I try to help her and my family in any way that I can. I know my father would never want me to stop studying and work for a while to help out and to cover my own expenses, not for a few months, not even for one month, no matter the reason. He would rather I study before anything else, and, in some way, I would rather that as well. Even though money has always been tight in my family, I was never asked to help