Personal Narrative: Moving From Alaska To Washington

At the age of 6, my mother informed my siblings and I that we would be moving from Alaska to Washington. In the beginning, we were all drawn with sadness due to having to leave the place we called home, our family, and friends that we had made. My mother had told us it was for the better, we would be better able to thrive in Washington. At the time my father had work hours on end, while my mother was at home watching the kids. The job that my father had paid well, but required that he constantly works. One of the select times we would see him was before we went to bed to be tucked in. The most heart-breaking news I've received was that my father wouldn't be able to travel to Washington with us. He had to stay in Alaska to work, and provide for his family. I remember the first night we spend in our new home in Washington, the moment I realized my father would never be there to tuck me in anymore I burst into tears. I cried so heavily that the tears flooded my cheeks, anxiety mimicked a weight on my chest, I was gasping for air. The one time that I saw my father back home, I wouldn't see him anymore.
Every night we would call my father hopeful he'd pick up, and that we could speak to him. Even when he picked up he

After dropping out he had then enrolled in working for the ILWU (International Longshoremen and Warehouse Union), the job that would soon consume his whole life. He hated knowing the job kept him from his family, although it was the only way to provide enough income for a family of 6. Something I will never forget is him telling me over the phone, "Please do good in school, because if you do good in school you won't every have to live like dad does. When you grow up and you do good in school you can get a good job. You want a good job, because that means you get to see your family every day. Okay?" This struck something within me, and ever since has driven my will to do well in