Narrative

Narrative

  • Submitted By: ybustamante
  • Date Submitted: 02/14/2011 9:34 PM
  • Category: English
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As a child I was never really encourage to get things done. My mom was never involved in my education. It was as if she didn’t care. I never received any positive encouragement. Maybe it’s not that she didn’t care but maybe she was just too busy to worry about me. Being a single mother of four is really hard. She had to work two jobs and was never really home to worry about us getting our school work done. I think that in a way she just trusted us to know what was right and to be responsible about getting it done. My entire life people would tell me that I would fail in life and never accomplish anything worthwhile. I always felt like I never had it in me to succeed. It got to the point that I just believed it and said to myself, she right why am I even trying if I know that I am never going to go anywhere. After that I just became a rebel girl and never listen to my mom. I thought that I knew what I was doing and that nothing wrong could ever happen to me. As I became a young adult not only had I become a rebel without a cause but I also felt invisible.
As soon as I turned eighteen the next day I moved out, at that time I thought that that was going to be the best decision. I wanted to be free; I didn’t want any more rules. I thought that I was a adult just cause I was eighteen. Little that I know how hard it was going to be for me in the real world. I had no idea how hard it was. I was working a minimum job just to pay the rent but that’s all I had. I didn’t have any money for grocery or going out. That’s when I realize how hard it must had been for my mom. It’s not easy to do what she did for us. As time went by things just seem to get worse, I guess it’s true what they say “that when it rains it pours” To make matters worse I Yelena Bustamante find out that I am Seventeen weeks pregnant at only the age of 18. Its funny cause all I ever wanted was to get away from my mother but at that moment my mom is all I wanted.
As the years went by and I started...

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