Joining Cici's Pizza With My Family

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I remember entering Cici's Pizza with my family when I was pushed from behind. I turned around and saw two men wearing ski masks over their face and a gun pointed towards my head. I vividly remember them yelling "GO THE BATHROOM NOW" and in fear, we all ran to the back. At this very moment, I realized that moving from Houston to Cypress was the best decision my parents ever made. As a child, I didn't grow up like most kids in my community. Usually, babies are born to two adults with stable jobs. However, I was born into a family consisting of two teenage parents, my mom being 17 and my dad 18. Unlike most teenage parents who tend to split apart, I was lucky enough to have parents that decided to raise me. Of course, with the help of others. …show more content…

I went to a school with a careless staff in front of an auto shop. When I was in the first grade, I was in my physical education class and I somehow managed to fall and break my leg. However, the staff was so inattentive that they didn't bother calling my parents to let them know that I was injured. My parents worked 24/7 in order to help provide for me. Not only did they work one job, but they worked two. Due to the fact that they were always out working, I was often left in the arms of my grandma or one of my aunts. At the time, we were living at my grandparents' house because my parents did not have the money to buy a house of their own. Whenever I turned two, my parents managed to gather enough money to buy a small house down the street from where we were living. When I turned three, my grandparents decided to move back to Mexico and this forced my parents to ship me off with them every single summer because they weren't able to afford a babysitter. Since my parents were always working, they were absent in my life a lot, but I know that it wasn't on purpose, it was because they needed to make these sacrifices to sustain

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