Personal Narrative: The Struggle Of Life In My Life

I know everything happens for a reason, but sometimes I wish I knew what that reason was. I was born on the 19th of August 2000, in a home where the struggles of life drifted me away from education. It was more of a place where I grew up without a father. Although, my mother raised me, I lived long years with my siti (grandmother). When I was six-years-old, my mother had to leave for eight months, as to where she was going and why, I had no clue. I was forty-days-old when my father left me in the arms of my mother, under the care of my grandparents. I began to grow day after day, and while I was growing, pain was developing inside of me. Piece by piece, it built up a fire in my heart. As my mother was raising me, she was trying to teach me how to

“I promise, son. In a time where I was trying to break down these effective words and understand them, suddenly my mother left. There was no clue to define where she was going and why. Days later, my grandfather was rushed to the hospital, and he was diagnosed with heart disease that eventually led to his death. At this point in my life, I did not know what to do. One of the most loving people in my life was gone. My mom wasn’t even here to help me through the pain. It became the turning point of my life, which did not prevent me from continuing my life and most importantly attending school. I was one of the most dedicated and diligent student in school. I had dreams of having the power to fly over the oceans. Furthermore, my future goal was to become a pilot. My ambition to become a pilot grew stronger day by day. However, something did not feel right. The hole that was left in my heart, made me feel so empty and lonely. The days passed, and the months flew, and there goes my mom arriving at the airport gate. So many questions were in my mind, but seeing my mom meant the world to me. After she settled and unpacked, she gave me a wooden car. “What is this, mom?” “It’s a car that your dad made for