Personal Narrative: My Dad And Mom

On November 17,1989 my mother Juanita Renea Ohlinger went into labor at 6:00 A.M. she was in labor for 12hrs. She laid there in so much pain at Providence hospital until Dr. Kendal Foster showed up and told her she had to have a C-section because her pelvis would not expand. The nurse hooked my mother up to monitors and willed her to the operating room, my father Raymond F Smith was dressed in hospital operating clothes. Dr. Foster began to open my mother’s womb and pulled me out at 5:25 pm.

Have you ever seen a car that you loved so much, and you just had to have it, and you could just die? Well calm down. This is the story of how i got my car.

What keeps me up at night is how privileged I am. My father grew up in a very poverty stricken town, Guanajuato. Even though his family owned a great deal of land to cultivate fruits, they were barely able to make ends meet. My Grandma and father would have to wake up at 5 am to walk all the way to the other side of town and then catch a bus to a nearby town, Celaya, to sell what they had harvested. While there, my father would go to a nearby wasteland to find any old toys or clothes others had thrown out. This was a continuous thing until my dad, at the age of 15 decided to come to the United States, with nothing else other than a few extra pairs of raggedy clothes, that he had gotten from the wasteland. My father stayed in Texas to help provide

The family being interviewed are in a two-parent household. Included, is the mother, C.A.P. age 36, the father, N.I.P. age 40, and the son, C.L.P. age 7. C.A.P. got married to N.I.P. nine years ago. Shortly after, C.A.P. became pregnant with C.L.P.. Previous to moving to Northern Minnesota, they lived in Mid-Western Minnesota. When living there, N.I.P. worked two hours away while his wife, C.A.P. worked in their hometown. Eventually, the couple decided to move north because N.I.P. got a job offer. Now his commute is less than fifteen minutes from home. C.A.P. majored in business management with a focus in travel, tourism, and hotel management. She now is a loan distributor at a bank in Northern Minnesota. N.I.P. majored in machine technology

I woke up alone in my bedroom. Mom wasn't home yet, but Appy, my grandfather, and Ya, my grandmother, were right outside my room. I heard both of their voices yelling at someone. They were mad. Who were they yelling at? Scared, I slowly snuck out of the safety of my room and saw both of them screaming at my mom.

The children were listening to the Alligator Alphabet book and were introduced to the letters and their sounds.

“Estas loca que le vas a decir a tu papa? (you are crazy what are you going to tell your dad)” my mom said

What I learned about my family and most importantly about myself is that we all have a role in our community. The money that I earn by completing my chores goes towards my favorite shops and some I save for the future in a savings account. The role I serve in my town goes through the church community, where I spend most of my Sundays helping my grandmother with Bible School. My History has always contained me playing sports like soccer, gymnastics also teeball, baseball lastly softball. But my timeline also contains my parents divorce and my knee injury. My house was built inside a huge rock wall that is barrier around the back side of my house. I have learned a lot not only about what my role is in the world, but that everyone has a part

Despite all of the obstacles my mother has faced, she always strived to become successful and take care of her family. The youngest child and only daughter of six children, she is a first generation college graduate and the first person in her family to attend college. After completing her masters degree in education, she taught at the high school level for thirteen years. After that, she was a distance learning teacher at Kamehameha Schools Maui for around six years.

I interviewed my dad Greg Kivlahan, Greg had a very fun but hard life. His dad owned a company called Kivlahan & Sons Construction, Greg worked there when he was fifteen. He was born on December 20, 1966 in Dubuque, Iowa. Greg, grew up in Dubuque and has lived in Dubuque all his life. Greg was born, at Finley hospital.

There we are, Shelly and I, waking up early that Saturday morning to a hustle and bustle of pumping up ring tubes, packing coolers, walking to the store in the blazing heat, and preparing for the days events. Shelly, being a close childhood friend and later girlfriend of my father, Jeremy, we immediately had a close connection to one another. We had arranged to meet at Stout’s beach, this is not the actual name, but it was named that for one of my dad’s friends Jason Stout, and he was also a close childhood friend of my dads. There were so many of my dads friends who came in support of his memory. Many of these people he called friends he had known since he was a small child. The feeling I had greeting his childhood friends

Me and my mom were debating an the beach or a movie i decided. We are going to the beach. on a sunday.

After my mother and I have an argument she usually smiles at me and says, it’s because we’re so much alike that we argue. She reminds me that our lack of communicating often stirs more trouble than why we were arguing. I used to get upset that my mom didn’t set time aside for our family to spend time together or make us eat together at the dinner table. I was upset because I was comparing our family to my friends’ families. I valued those things and assumed my mom didn’t, but I was wrong. My mom had so much on her mind everyday it was breaking her on the inside. Not only had I wanted my mom to be like my friend’s moms, now I had wanted my mom to be different because she was depressed. Bonhoeffer mentions that we desire images of others that we want, but aren’t the true image they bear as Christ’s (pg37-38). At first I was puzzled. How is a good image of mine, not Christ’s image for her? I learned that His image is neither right nor wrong, but simply uniquely divine. My mom could have done those things, but her whole life would have had to be different, and I would never want to change who my mom is.

My family is an extremely run of the mill normal family from Korea. We live a very generic life for people who also live in Korea, but compared to the American standard, our life is kind of poor. My mother's father used to work as a telegraph operator while my mother's mother is the daughter of said telegraph station's owner. In November 4, 2004. My mother came to the United States of America, and because of that, I became a part of the many immigrants who came to America to find a better life and create a brighter future while basking in the land of opportunity. When I was seven years old, my mother heard information about becoming a registered nurse in America from her friends at her hospital. In America, a nurse's payment is many times more than in Korea. If a person can become a nurse, then the whole family can slowly become integrated into the process of immigration. Since it’s easier for me to get a higher education in America, I decided to stay. As soon as my mother heard about this wonderful information, she immediately jumped on the idea of pursuing a similar career in America and happily began to prepare for her upcoming tests that would stress her knowledge of the English language. English tests like the TOEFL and IELTS became building blocks not only for my mother to make the first step into a brighter world, but also to getting granted her American nursing license and taking one step closer to living the American dream.

“Do you know anything about pennies in my freezer?” As an eleven-year old, the question evoked a laugh and a denial. In my defense, I truly knew nothing about the pennies; however, I could hypothesize how our poker tournament could have led to their new home.