Personal Narrative: My Trip To El Salvador

Thanksgiving, my birthday, Christmas, and New Years all passed without Julia home. Weekends and days off from school during this time usually consisted of me staying home and taking care of my younger sister, Jenna, while my parents visited Julia. Julia could only occasionally come home for a few hours because these visits were considered

Short story One day. I am lucky enough to find my real mom in one day before I make a new start at college and leave everything behind. I still remember the day she was pried off my little fingers along with the screaming and crying. I was only eight years old but smart enough that mom had become an alcoholic and there were consequences to come. I haven 't seen her for 10 years now, but hopefully that is going to change since I am a legal adult today.

I could tell my mom was significantly traumatized by this event. The next day, she told us to pack our bags because, she booked us a

The daily life of many single moms involves waking up in the morning and doing lots of begging and convincing (please eat your breakfast, please take a shower, please get dressed, etc). Of course, there’s not another parental authority to make my case more solid so I have to be more assertive since mornings are usually intensely packed with tantrums and the constant no’s. Coffee is ideal but drinking it in peace while ruminating about life is luxury most single moms, or even all the moms out there, cannot afford. I walk my kid to school and the time he spends there is the time I do errands.

I shot out of my bed, got my gymnastics stuff ready and was running out the door before my mother pulled me back in and told me it wasn’t time to go yet. She told me, I had a couple more hours to go before it was time. I drug myself inside and sat on the couch, dreading waiting longer than what I had too. My dad had got done cooking breakfast, eggs, bacon, hashbrowns and sausage. It looked so good.

Waking up on a Sunday morning was routine, each Sunday I’d get up at Seven-thirty in the morning and get dressed. Running around last minute trying to get makeup on I realized my sister wasn 't even out of bed yet. So heading over to her room, I found her with the bed covers over her face. I remember pestering my sister to get up and finally she flipped over the covers. Achieving the goal of waking her up, I turned around to leave the room when she said, “I crashed the car.”

I can still remember like it was yesterday the day my son was born. The feelings leading up to the day he was born were the most nerve racking days of my life. On August 27th 2015 me and my wife sat at home expecting the our son any moment. My mother was also with us and was there to help us after the baby was born. As the day went by the house filed with boredom and the feeling of nervousness, and outside being gray and rainy I knew that it wasn 't a beach day.

I started to realize and remember these things as I grew older. I can vaguely remember as a four or five year old, I would see my mother only in the morning before she left for work and I left for school, the moment I returned home I saw my father for the rest of the day until dawn, when my mother would arrive home. But sometimes that wasn’t the case, I would live with my father for a week then would be sent to my grandparents house because my father needed to stay away from my mother and my mother was too busy to take care of me. I saw my father most of the time, and according to Sigmund Freud, I should have been closer to my father. However, as a child I don’t remember being close to either parent, I instead, was close to my books.

Operant Conditioning Writing Assignment I decided to train my 15-year-old sister in order that she wakes up at 6:30 am every day of the week so that this way she gets early to school and I get early to college since I have to take her to school. Her original behavior is that she does not get up at 6:30 am by herself on the week and I have to wake her up. When I wake her up, she likes to listen to music at a high volume to get dressed and is very irritating for me to listen to music at a high volume in the morning.

It took a month and few weeks to break it apart. She only come to my room to give me food. We never had time to talk. She came with some guy who I told that they are church mates.

Around 11:30 PM that night she began to experience the pain. Contraction after contraction, the only thing she knew to do was call on Jesus. Her mom was by her side, while her dad waits in the waiting room, and Jesus sitting high, looking low soothing all the pain. Finally she 's in the room and her doctor was not on duty.

My “patience room studying” continued for another ten minutes before a nurse came out of the room calling my name. My father put down the newspaper he was reading and pointed to me and she managed to spot us from the large crowd that was present, we got up and followed her and she directed us to a room with a plaque posted front and centre on the door, reading “Dr. Hoffman, Neurology” . My father and I sat in the empty room and waited I told him I was nervous that something might be wrong and he replied “khoda nakoneh”, Farsi for god forbid. Five minutes passed and then a woman quickly walked in and closed the door behind her. It was Dr.Hoffman.

Higgins and her daughter moved in with her family for a year or so. Even with family available during the day to lend a hand, the nights were particularly tough. “There were many nights when I didn’t sleep at all because I was the only one there, and then I would be up all day with her,” said Higgins. “The sheer exhaustion was overwhelming.

Penny from heaven is a girl named penny who lost her father when she was born and lives with her mom,uncle,and aunt. Penny has two sides of the family,her dad’s side,and her mom’s side. Penny did not know much about her dad because she never saw him when she was born,Penny didn’t know much about her dad’s side because she never met them. She know’s her mom’s side because she eats with them every night. Penny get’s told everyday that she look’s like her father,that’s how people remember her as,her dad’s look’s.

With their help I left John Edgar Howard elementary school with a strong head on my shoulders, and the devotion to strive for more. I had to move to a different elementary school because John Edgar Howard Elementary ended up being closed, because of the rough neighborhood. I then, attended Bradbury Heights; a school that I didn’t know existed. I was never exposed to many different neighborhoods, or opportunities. I managed to graduate and proceed to middle school where I continued my athletic career of basketball, and outstanding academic profile.