Personal Narrative: My Mother

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My mom has needed my help for as long as I could remember. My family had moved from India to the United States when I was three years old and my dad had died two years later on May of 2005. My mom had trouble getting a job because she had to take care of me and my little brother. My mom was not fluent in english and I had to help her with understanding documents and communicating with people. Along with helping my mom with language and cultural issues, I also had to help take care of my brother and the house because my mom did not have any other family members in the country when my father died. Even when I was in elementary school I had to help her understand important documents. I had to help her understand bills from our internet provider and emails from the school. Sometimes It was extremely stressful for me to try to explain to her the letters because at a young age I would have to teach her something I had no experience or knowledge with. Some of the common letters that I have had to explain to her that I knew nothing about were changes that happen with the phone bill or what the walls of text that her bank sent means. The hardest part about explaining the letters was that sometimes she would not believe me …show more content…

After the death of my dad, we had no other family members in the United States to help us. I help my mom maintain the house by doing such things as trimming the bushes, painting the house, raking the yard, and cleaning the driveway. My mom has trouble going up and down stairs so she has to ask me to go down the stairs anytime she needs something from the basement. She also has trouble going up ladders so I have to patch the roof and paint it with roof paint when there are leaks. Since my mom has trouble climbing up ladders I had also painted an outside wall at the back of the house because a lot of the paint chipped off the wall. I try to help my mom around the house whenever I

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