Personal Narrative: Moving Away From My Dad

The members of my family of origin are Puerto Rican. My parents were born in Puerto Rico but their great grandparent’s family of origin were Spaniards, Africans, and the Taino Indians. My family is Christian, Seventh Day Adventist, except my father. He became a Christian 1990. My father was the one who work and my mother was a housewife. She was the one who took care of us and took care of my paternal grandmother. Both of my parents dropped out of school at the age between 10 or 12. My father did not like school. The way that he dropped out, his father put him to work in the field of coffee and at the farm. He was a hard working man. My mother drop out of school to take care of her siblings while her parents worked. I have a large family,

The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls contains many themes throughout the entire book. Jeannette’s book is nonfiction and it is all about the struggles she faced growing up. Both of her parents struggled to keep a job because her father was an alcoholic and her mother was lazy. Because her parents could not hold jobs, they were unable to provide things for Jeannette and her siblings. As the kids were growing up and attending school, they were constantly digging through garbage cans to find food. While the kids were young, they did not really know any better so they never actually tried to talk to their parents about those things. As they grew older, the kids, Lori and Jeannette especially, started to notice that their parents were struggling

Throughout my whole life, my father has been an alcoholic. There have been times when he has tried to quit, but it never lasted for more than a few months. His addiction has brought on stressful times for my family. Some days we did not know where he was or if he was coming home. Although my father’s addiction might not have made the best childhood, he did show me the kind of person I did not want to be.

Many authors choose to write about characters who experience adversity. In “ How it Feels to Be Colored,” Hurston shows that there will always be difficult times, but being able to learn and take an advantage out of the adversity will show a great benefit. Taking a bad experience and being able to know your worth even if most do not will give you an advantage, Hurston says, “ How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.” Hurston uses a sense of humor towards discrimnation,

I am writing to inform this college of my inability to provide the financial information for my non-custodial parent, Seth Owirodu. My father has been out of my life since the fall of 2011 due to his lack of financial support and unfulfilled family responsibilities. During that time, we lived in a three bedroom, two bathroom house. One of the rooms was used to store his belongings, another was his bedroom, and the last room was the room my mom, siblings, and I stayed in. Cracks populated the house, allowing rodents and snakes to enter. At that time, my mother was pleaded with him about moving into a better home (a promise he made) by combining their income. However, he lacked any apathy toward her suggestions.

An experience that has really molded me into the person I am today was growing up with my alcoholic father. My dad was a crazy teenager. He was the typical naughty boy who got himself into many stupid situations. My grandparents, the parents of my dad came from Holland in the 30’s to get away from the war. My Opa (grandpa) made a great living for them here in Southern California. They were upper middle class and they were the fun parents, that had let my dad get away with everything. My dad started drinking and doing drugs at the age of 14 and it only got worse from there. He met my mom at a Hennessy’s bar, when they were in their late 20’s, and although my mom knew about my dad’s problem, she thought she could cure him and decided to marry him. Fast forward a couple years later after my parents’ divorce I remember going to my dad’s drug deals with him at the age of 3 or 4. I’m sure my dad thought I’d never remember that, but I do. He’s admitted to taking me to

Nala and Max were living in Austin. Starting a new life together, without being judged about their relationship. The happy couple was convinced that a new start in a new place would change everything. Nala hoped that the past would not affect their future. She wished they could one day get married and have children like any other normal couple. They wanted to escape from all the judgmental people, surrounding them back home in McAllen.

Depression, when it comes knocking at your front door, it consumes and destroys everything in sight. It’s a disease that slowly creeps into your life and flips everything upside down. It’s a horrible storm with loud thunder, deafening lightning, and heavy rains that you are caught in with no shelter to protect you. Going through depression is probably the worst thing in the world. Watching it consume the one person that is supposed to be your rock, is almost just as bad; my mother.

Disneyworld is advertised as the happiest place on Earth. I’ve been to Disney World before when I actually lived in Florida. At four years old, I was tall enough to ride every single attraction. After eleven years, my highschool choir was given the opportunity to visit Disneyworld and Universal Studios. I signed up for the trip with my partner Reid and his best friend Lucky. By the time the trip actually came around six months later, Reid and I had broken up and hated each other. My teacher was ecstatic to tell Reid and I that we were sharing a room together; notably, she never knew about any quarrels.

I could see that my mom was scared to see with a gap in my head.It was hard to hear anything because I was losing a lot of blood.I fealt the hole in my head it was disquieting.I coud small and taste the blood it takes like metal.At that time I knew that something was wrong.

When children are growing up they cannot wait to be adults so they no longer have to listen to their parents; however, with me this stereotype is not accurate. All I wanted growing up was the perfect daddy-daughter relationship seen on Full House and many other TV sitcoms. We might have lived under the same roof, but I was a comfortable around him as I was around my forty-year-old neighbor. All I can remember about him, from when I was younger, is him working. I always thought he arranged his work schedule so he would never have to see me or my siblings; he was home when we were at school, or asleep, and at work when we were at home. I envied all the other children when we celebrated father's day; my dad never wanted to come to our party. My

I was attending Carthage College for my sophomore year. I was doing well in my classes and I received good grades. However, something did not feel right. I was doing well in school, but I was not making a lot of friends. I was always in my room, doing homework every night even on weekends. Also, Carthage would not let me keep my major, Elementary Education unless I pass the Praxis Test. My family always asked me how school is going and I told them “It’s fine”. During J-term break, I suddenly realized the college is not right for me anymore. I always thought that college was about making friends and making lifelong memories. My sisters told me how exciting college is and how it is the best four years of your life! So where is mine? I was in

My mother and I got into an argument about a personal health trainer discriminating against my transgender boyfriend (FTM). The problem was that my mom’s point of view was different then the whole story I was trying to convey to her. My mom was portraying pathos, by trying to defend her trainer and not listen to the story as a whole. However, I was showing an ethos affect towards my boyfriend with relaying the message that the trainer needed to respect his characteristic in order to keep him as a client. My mom would not reason with anything that I said to her, ignoring the logos affect. My mom exploded with abusive reasons for not liking my boyfriend after two years. After a few days of not communicating and apologizes accepted, my mother

My sister Kelsey Dori Elyea is 23 years old, she has 2 jobs at Buffalo Wild Wings and at the Hospital. For her working a lot she has made enough money for college to become a surgical nurse. She came from non married parents that soon left each other when she was only 6 years old. As she got older mom finally gets married 4 year later. A year passed on with the marriage and they had a second child (me).

As I slowly grew, I really didn’t think much about not having a dad since the only life I knew was with my mom. I would usually keep quiet on Father's Day where if I tried to talk about my dad, the conversation would always end with, “Awe, I’m sorry” or “Well you were little and didn’t know him, so it’s fine.” (Side note, if someone is coming out to you and telling you their problems, don’t degrade and minimize their issue. Saying “It’s fine” is equal to say “You’re overreacting” in the mind of someone who's hurting.) For the most part I didn’t interact with possible father figures.