A personal life experience is when my church goes to feed the homeless (every other saturday) my mom and I make food and take it along with us. It feels good to help people who are less fortunate. Finally, after reading the novel The Catcher in the Rye I have been able to relate to Holden in many ways. Just like Holden, I say what comes to my mind, I get anxious when things change and I have to deal with things I am not used too and I like being around kids. I am also a teen just like Holden who is trying to live in this world full of
Adapted to the fact that I was not as financially well off as my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that unlike other people who have families of four, I had a family of seven and numerous amounts of close relatives. That my parents, although lived in America for quite sometimes grew up in Nigeria, so English was not their first language so I adapted and changed myself in order to fit into societal standards. I learned to understand and interpret my parents’ native Igbo dialect but left that part of myself at home so that people will view me as the perfect American citizen.
In the midst of the pain, I found myself closer to my Oak Cliff community because they understood our struggle, as their very own struggle. Along with solidarity that came with just one look, our neighbors would knock at my door and bring us Pozole or Tamales anything they had cooked and we returned the favor vice versa, sending Gorditas or Enchiladas. Dancing in the parking lot, made it seem that we didn’t have any worries but as soon as the mailman brought the bills the smiles would be hidden till the next weekend when cumbias would blast. In one of these “nightly meetings”, I realized people in my “barrio” were full of life even if their bank accounts were mutually dead. Through the darkness, mi “gente” taught me that the torch must be passed along to keep the flame burning bright.
Raldo Waldo Emerson once said. “A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer.” My personal definition of a hero is someone who does great things for their community or country without expecting anything in return. My personal hero is my dad because he works in construction outside every day in the heat or cold and he comes home exhausted from work to make dinner for me, my mom, and himself. He even deals with all of my craziness and silliness. He gives me anything I need.
As a child, my mother always worked forty hours making minimum wage while my father had two jobs and worked even more. Although I never spent much time with my father and my mother was always taking care of her children, I knew they loved us very much and wanted the best for us. My mother and father often lectured me to be grateful of my education and to take advantage of that opportunity to excel in my education and become a doctor to help those who are ill. This way I would not have to work myself to death like they did every week and I could support my own family. Every night my mother had us all pray before we went to sleep, thanking God that we at least had a home, food and shelter.
After dropping my daughter off at homecoming, I drove thirty minutes back to work and picked up my laptop to please my neighbor. After all this running around, I had forgotten about the plans my mother had made for us that night. Even though I tried my best to please everyone, I ended hurting the people who loved me the
I heard my mom talking to my dad. He tells her, “voy a ir para el norte(US) con un coyote(a person who brings people to the US illegally) que cobra barato,” I see her hugging him really tight. My dad comes to my sister and I and tells us that he will be back later, to not worry because he’s just going to see how “el norte” is, then might take us there later. My sister, my mom, and I understood why he wanted to go to The United States, he wants a better life for us. Next morning, my dad wasn’t there with us, it felt lonely, as if part of my heart was not there with me.
The day finally gets here, move in day, all at the same time I am nervous, excited, sad and happy. I pack up my dad’s car and a trailer and also my boyfriend’s car, then we leave my house and we are on our way to my home for the next four years, as everyone calls it, I disagree and tell them that this is just my temporary home. Once we pull into the parking deck all of these people start to swarm my car with shopping carts, and I was really overwhelmed, but I was also really thankful that they did all of the work for us and we barely had to lift a
It all started with a phone call one that no one could ever forget and it would change not only my aunts life but my whole family's life forever. We were a close family everyone talked very often, we would drive hours to see each other because most of our family lived in Franklin. I would go spend summers with my aunt and family that lived in Franklin. Whenever I was about 6 I didn’t know what the word Cancer meant, all I knew was that it was often said and it would make my family very emotional. It was about 2 years after that when I realized what the world meant.
I have been taught to even respect my brother, who is only four years older than me. When he returns from the United States, even if it is midnight here, our entire family rushes to meet him at the airport. The importance of respect in the family is never overlooked by Chinese parents. However, it’s not only our parents that we have to respect, but anyone older than ourselves. When we eat lunch with our grandparents, they become our immediate priority.
I, Karina Rodriguez, I’m a family friend from the Perez Since 2001, Ana Cristina Perez has devote her whole life for her children providing them with love, food, shelter, medicine, and tuition payment for Arturo’s education. The divorce was hard on him, but thanks to the unconditional love and support that his other provides, he is be able to move on with a normal teenage live. Even though his is older than 18 years old, he needs to moral and mental support that his mother provides on everyday activities; economically speaking, he does not pay for food or rent while living with is mother, she pays for his cell phone, cable, and also helps with some his school expenses for materials and project. The family bound in between the Perez family is
A couple of years later one of the federal marshals Charles Burks said that Ruby ha showed a lot of pride, she never cried or whimpered , she just marched along like a little soldier. The abuse had got worst it stated to impact her family her dad had lost his job, and he grandparents were sent to another land. Even the grocery store banned them from going in. But besides that there was other people in the community both blacks and whites started to support each other. Many parent had start to send their children back to school, and one of Ruby’s neighborhoods had offered her father a job.
Ill mash the gas and you steer I doubt we would everrrr get tired of each otherrrr. You know how many times I heard 3 from my mother, 2 aunts and uncle tonight? I love them all so much, I know they realized what was wrong with me now. They have always looked out for me, Dale paid my car registration I forgot to pay when I lived in Atlanta, It was $350+!!! That car was a money pit ugh.
Cumming, Georgia offered many of these scattered mothers a place where their mind could be at solace as their child could get a prime education at the cost of their Husband commuting to work every day on Georgia 400. Furthermore, during the 1990’s places such as China Wok, and Sri Krishna Vilas began opening, and this time those who previously gathered around the courthouse did not throw stones instead the men of Cumming Georgia went from wearing white bed sheets to polo jeans. These new BMW drivers, and polo jean wearers of Cumming held themselves in high regards, where even at Food Lion they would neglect the grocery baggers asking paper or plastic. By the 2010’s, Fowler Park was constructed along with The Collection at Forsyth. The Collection at Forsyth was referred to as the Avenues, as
I was heartbroken and she was too. We talk every day to every two days, but yet it was still horrible. Even though my grandparents tried to keep me happy and busy, I still missed her horribly! Then the day finally arrived It was the first day of spring break and we rolled out of Wabash In, to Panama City Beach,FL, my grandma Tina, my cousin Chloe ,and myself were on our way to see my mom that my family and myself haven’t seen in 2 months.We had more than words can explain crammed into our 2003 silver Sunfire and if you haven 't ever saw one it is tiny.We had things like a microwave a toaster and a vacuum and many other unusual things you would take to a spring break vacation. After A crammed ride of 12 in a half hours we finally arrived.