Her exact words were “I promise, I will be there soon.” Maria Morales- my mother did not come to El Salvador until eleven months later. Not having my mother by my side, I was forced to develop a self reliant mentality. For the past three months, I told myself she would be with me soon, yet a phone call once a week is the only thing we would receive from her. At age eleven, I was learning how to trust myself rather than, my own mother and every day, I still manage to keep a smile on my face until the night of her birthday. I sat on my aunt’s bed, hoping she would be the one to knock on the door, but I remember she was still in the United States working
We had the same class together but different teachers. My economics teacher arrived a few minutes after the bell had rung. I walked into the classroom. He held the door open. It was dark, but I thought the teacher was going to turn on the lights after
August 15, 2014: I got a call from a mother who had seen my babysitting ad at the local market. She urgently needed someone to start watching her twin, three-year-old boys four times a week. My initial thought was, "Can I take care of two toddlers by myself?" The only reason I wanted a job was to help my mom pay the bills. Eventually, I learned that I love spending time with them.
My dad is given that talented in baking, and I recalled myself observing him bake when I was small. At the age five, I start learning to bake under his supervision. Through years of observation, I could intimated his way in using the whisk and other method in baking. He praised me when I use the right method to whisk which this encourage me to continuous baking in the same way. In my grade 10 food and nutrition practical exam, I had to prepare a five course meal in two hours for a decent performance for final grade.
Luckily nothing extreme happen to me, I stayed away from things that will put me in danger like the rides at the water parks. Few years later I wanted to make a change in my life and have my son live a better life. So I attended a local college I thought the one class per month and one subject per day was the best thing I could have done but it was more work than I thought it would be it took me three months to finish one class. In about two years I got pregnant again with my daughter that’s when I said its over how could I get through life with two kids being a single mother. I remember I was doing school search and I give up because there was nothing I could afford or even have the time to
About a week before school started, I had a serious talk with my parents and told them that I would get this done. I remember thinking “this will be the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life and it would either make me or break me.” When school finally started, I kept my job. I didn’t realize how tough of a challenge it would be until I found myself coming home at 11:30 with loads of work to do. I still didn’t let that bring me down and every day I showed up for classes I took things serious. I was extremely motivated to overcome something that seemed
Everyday was the same first period, third period, lunch, stand by the oval with friends, etc. I didn't do much for the rest of the school year other than hang out, hang out eating and the seniors graduation. Said my goodbyes to my senior friends and then my summer started. My summer school was at Kaimuki High home of the bulldogs; this was supposed to be my high school but I got a G.E and went to McKinley. Class starts exactly at 8 and the second I got there I already recognized 2 of my buddies and 5 other McKinley students.
Then the next day came around Quentin still had not seen Margo at school, and then another day went by still no Margo anywhere. Then Margo being gone about a week, her parents with some investigator came to Quentin’s house asking him and her parents information about Margo such as when was the last time you saw her? Her parents came to Quentin, because that night when Margo snuck out with Quentin her dad had seen her go to his window at night. That makes Quentin the last person to be seen with Margo before she disappeared. Margo’s parents were obviously not too worried since they had said this is not the first time Margo has left home, yet she returns every time.
People could only imagine knowing Miss Soar on a personal level, yet here I was about to spend a full two weeks by her side in a classroom. Although I knew of Miss Soar, we never had a conversation, but that would soon change. Sitting at my study writing a shopping list my mother had asked for when I heard the doorbell ring followed by a brief conversation. It was Miss Soar! At dinner later that night my mother broke the new, “Honey, Miss Soar has requested your help at her camp this summer.” she said.
I’m going to be homeless if not.” He discovered how to manipulate from day one. He, my sister’s boyfriend (at the time), was playing us, and they did not notice. Mid september of 2015, he moved into our new house along McDermott. “We expect only three hundred and that is not asking much,” mom said. “Once you give us your word, you can’t back out.
Everything happened so fast. I had only worked for SFC Joe Smith for a little over three months. The first incident had occurred when I was updating the computers prior to the opening of the facility to students. SFC Joe Smith had given me a warning that he only wanted me to update the computers at the end of the duty day. The problem with that was I did not know how long it would take to update the computers and I had to pick up my daughter before the daycare closed at 5:30 P.M.
The final decision was made when I began dating my current fiancé. I was already reflecting on my decisions that had lead me to begin the paperwork process, but having a boyfriend outside of my religion forced me to make the final decision. Going on a mission meant leaving home for eighteen months and virtually putting my life on hold. I would be sent anywhere in the world that was considered safe to travel for Americans, and the only communication I would maintain with home had to be through whether email or snail mail, depending on the area, once a week. Not only that but at the time I also had no place to call home, no job, degree, or even work experience so that I could hope to find a job when returning home.