Personal Narrative Essay

I came from a poor family, so poor that my parents could barely afford to feed me and my brothers and sisters. I decided that as soon as I could help my family I would, the only problem was I could not get a job. No matter how hard I tried no one would hire me. When I was sixteen I ran into this women on the street, her clothes were so fancy and she looked clean and well fed. I asked her what her husband did and she laugh and told me she did not have one. She said she had her own job and that if I wanted a job like hers that I should follow her. So I did. When we got to the mansion she lived in I made the connection that she was a prostitute. I knew my parents did not think highly of women like that but I did not care we needed the money. The woman who ran the mansion offered for me to work

The other prostitutes were all I had now. I started off only making two dollars which was much better then what my family had. The clients came and went it was a blur most of the time. My favorite clients where the ones who just wanted to talk, I learned so much from those men. It was like I was getting payed to learn when those clients came in. As I gained experience I got to charge more, my new price was ten dollars I was one of the highest payed girls in that mason it was amazing. I spent my days shopping and lounging around. One day I even bought a puppy something I never would have dreamed of in my old life. Some of the women had children during their stay in the mansion, it was interesting watching them grow up. Most of them would be trained to become prostitutes just like we were. I never had a child and I’m glad I did not. I would not want my child to know what I did. I did my job but I was not proud of it. The dirty looks you got from people on the street were somewhat bothersome, but I never had to worry about money so the looks never bothered me for to