Personal Narrative : My Mother And My Mom

Everyone says February is filled with love and happiness because of Valentine's day. Well February has not been the best month for my family and me. We loved February but now not so much anymore. One day I will learn to love February again, hopefully, but as of right now I can only think of what has happened.

Every since my mom and Johnny me, li has been better. The fact that I could see my mom happy again was a blessing. I was 10 years old living with my mom and older brother,Yannice, in our old apartment. I used to always pray that she would be able to find a man some day and a couple of month later they met I remember it taking a while for Yannice and I to realize that they going out on dates. The day Yannice and I met him I could not stop laughing from all the jokes that he was cracking. From that day on, I knew that I was going to be cool with him. He made sure to take us to places with us too. He took us to Magic Springs, The Movie Theater, Burns Park, and going Fishing. The we would come to his house for Fish-Frys,

Alexus Casidy is out of her teenage years and now twenty, with a whole life ahead. The name Alexus may be a common but, the story of how it was picked, was not. Her father named her after a nurse at a Psychiatric Hospital, that he said was pretty. Not only did he name her after a nurse but, he chose the spelling of the car, Alexus. She grew up with her two younger siblings in Beloit WI, and I am yet to wonder if her sibling’s names have a comical story behind theirs as well. My peer went to high school at Beloit Memorial, graduating in 2015. Where she was an active cheerleading and softball player, also where she met her boyfriend, of three years, Ryan. Most don’t see that she is a mother, student, girlfriend, and employee; holding many different roles in all statuses. Alexus studies at UW Rock County and is undecided with fulfilling her dreams for becoming a children’s nurse or a teacher. Also, is hard-working employee at the factory Prent Corporation in Janesville, WI as an Inspector Packer. Where the money pays for the house her and her boyfriend own, with their one year old, Brooks.

The person in the book with whom I identify the most is Philip. My life is not like Philip’s after 9/11 and Wisconsin, but before that time, we have a lot in common. Philip and I live on the east coast. Philip lived in Princeton; whereas, I live in Delaware. My Dad and Mom both graduated from elite colleges. Dad graduated from IIT, Indian Institute of Technology, the best engineering school in India. My Mom graduated from Miranda University, one of the top women’s colleges in India. Joel and Amanda, Philip’s parents, both graduated from Harvard. After I was born, Mom quit her job and became a house mom. She drives me and takes care of me whenever I needed help. This was also true with Amanda as she “… quit her job and poured all her energy

My interviewee is a second generation immigrant with one parent who was born in El Salvador and the other who has Mexican roots but was born in the United States. For the purposes of confidentiality my interviewee will be addressed as Ana from here on out. In this interview paper I will discuss the experiences that Ana faced growing up in a tri-racial household. I will also evaluate her experiences regarding assimilation to the lectures and reading assigned through out this course.

As I sit down waiting for my mother, I look around the room that I am in seeing the light brown carpet contrasted with the orange-red wall, as well as our white lab who lay snoring loudly in front of me. My mother finally sits down on the couch, and collects herself together so that she could listen to whatever I had to say. Angela Olberding, a loving mom to three children has always been very cheerful and kind to anyone that she encounters, even though most of her life she has not been given back that kindness. She works as a special Ed teacher in an elementary school for the Queen Creek district, teaching math, reading, and writing for children with disabilities. She wants to get an administrative job, and has applied, but for now she happily waits and teaches her students. I have no idea how she can balance out her workload, as well as be a wonderful mother to my siblings and me.

This all started when my mom started telling me about how hard her life was and that I had it easy. Well I didn’t exactly agree with that statement so I said something. I stated that she wouldn’t last a single day in my shoes so that is where she got mad and went to her bedroom.

She would try to get lost. It was the eighties and we had no cell phones or GPS. But, we had a car, and she said we were free with a car. She drove down all the little roads, but we were never really lost because we were never really scared and all roads lead somewhere.

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.

In this paper I am going to tell you about my mom's life, her name is Tracy and she was born in Dubuque, Iowa, at Xavier Hospital on December 27, 1972 . I am going to tell you about her family, her early influences, her education and finally her interests.

I first realized my parents mortality when I was in the fifth grade. I was in the basement of my house, watching TV, when I heard a frantic call from my father telling my sister to call 911. My mother had been taking a shower, but she passed out and fell to the ground. My father heard her fall and rushed into the bathroom to investigate, and found her lying on the shower floor. I ran up the stairs in a hysterical panic, while my sister was on the phone calling an ambulance. Every time my mother would open her eyes they would instantly roll to the back of her head. We got my mother into bed and I went to the kitchen to get water and we forced her to drink it. Pretty soon, she came to, and we canceled the ambulance. We huddled in with my mother

I was born January 9, 2003 at 11:44 P.M. I was born at the Mason City hospital and my mom, dad, and family was there. My dad was the only one in the room while I was being born. My grandpa was with all of my older siblings in the waiting room. When I was a baby I would only suck my thumb. I sucked my thumb until I was about six or seven, and I would never suck my thumb in public. I was the only one out of four who sucked my thumb. My brothers Gaige and Nikolas had a pacifier. My sister Lily also had a pacifier and I sucked my thumb.

I would never abandon Danielle, she has been with me since pretty much the day I moved here. The way we started was I asked my cousin Lavell who people were on instagram and i followed a bunch of people which one of them happened to be Danielle. That night I checked my phone and noticed that she had liked a large number of my pictures, so i asked Lavell who she was and he told me a little bit about her. The next day, July 4th, Lavell and i was going to go to a get together with his friends and they all had dates while i the new kid had no one to go with. I took a leap of faith and asked her what she was doing and if she would be interested in coming with me even though we didnt know each other. I told her that i lived with Lavell and that if she wanted

Researchers have always said that opposites attract. They couldn’t have been more right in my parents’ case. My mom and dad have many differences and few similarities, but they get along all the same. My mom is very timely, organized, quiet, and conservative; whereas, my father is the complete opposite of all of these traits. One similarity they have is that they both love to be active and outside. My mother and father go together like icing and cupcakes, but despite their compatible traits, like being sporty, they have very different personalities and views.

When I was young my mother and my father both had very different opinions on how you should raise a child. And since my father was the one paying the bills and bringing home the paychecks for a few years, I didn’t really get to see him much because he worked all day. So my mother was the one who raised me for the most part. At the time she would spoil me like crazy. If I asked for something the answer would always be yes, and if I didn’t get my way I would start having a fit until she finally caved in. You could’ve called me a crybaby, go ahead I would’ve said the same thing. Because I was. My father’s best friend who had two twins both the same age as me invited me, my father and my mother over to there place for an easter egg hunt easter morning. During the easter egg hunt, me and my friend both turned a corner at the same time. He saw an egg and as he was going to grab it, I saw it and tried to get it also. He got there before me and I started to have a fit right there and then. I could remember my mother rushing up to see what’s wrong. After I told her what had happened she got me to stop crying and gave me extra candy. My dad knew that by her raising me like this I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere in life without someone being there whenever something went wrong, so he told her to take the candy back and to tell me to get over it and that not everything in life will be fair. She took that the wrong way and got mad at my dad for “not being a good parent” because didn’t