Personal Narrative: Growing Up In An Immigrant Family

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Growing up we go though many experiences that change our perspectives on the appreciation of things in our lives. I grew up in an immigrant family. They came from India, working multiple labour jobs at a time while trying to raise a family. When growing up in immigrant family money tends to be a big issue, parents are working multiple minimum wage jobs just to pay the bills. No matter what the issue was with money my parents always tried to keep my brother and I happy. Life was really hard for my parents when they were growing up. Both of them lost their fathers at a very young age, so they lived their whole lives with a single parent. They always told me how hard life is when you only have one parent, and how much they miss their late fathers.

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