Personal Narrative: Raquel Ruiz

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When Raquel Ruiz was four she was the happiest little girl in Ambato, Ecuador. She had all her family and her dad whom she really loved with her. Raquel had a big house and all the toys and food she could ever ask for. One night her mother married a wolf in sheep's clothing, her stepfather. He took her and her mom to the United States to live with him. From that moment on her happiness slowly withered away like a ripened banana. She didn’t have a nice house, toys, yummy food, and her dad. Her stepdad was a man with low self esteem and an empty wallet. Raquel saw her mother cry every night because she had been lied to about everything,who he was and how he lived in America. Despite her mother's struggles and emotional pain, her mother left him …show more content…

Although she faced culture and language barriers she managed to go to college and graduate from CSUN with a child development degree. Growing up and seeing her struggle economically and emotionally were really tough. Her battles are my battles to fight as well. As a single mother she leaned on me for support; I was her only outlet. She taught me how to be strong, courageous, brave, dedicated, optimistic, and kind. Being four and having to witness how cruel and just devastating the world can be forced me to grow up and mature. Although my childhood has been a bit rocky and sad I am very grateful to have gone through those hardships alongside my mom because it has made me realize that to be successful we must be realistic about our world and how it …show more content…

My little brother was diagnosed with ADHD something that no one in my family understood. “ What in the world is ADHD?” my grandma asked. From then on we struggled to educate ourselves on mental disorders. Cultural misunderstanding would frequently get in the way of progress; my grandmother used to think that it wasn’t anything, that Satan was just infiltrating his brain making him act out and seem disobedient. We started to attend therapy sessions to help us cope with all that was going on at that time. The pressure that my mother was in at that time from college and work gave her no patience to deal with my brothers mental condition, so I had to step in. One night my mom had been helping him with his homework; she was yelling and was really frustrated at him for not understanding anything. There was screaming, crying, and arguing, so I came in, asked my mom to leave, and calmly with patience helped him. I had to find a different way to teach him because he learned differently. I have always been a bridge between them. I tried to understand and help him, I boosted his self esteem when my mother brought it down by calling him disobedient and bad. Until this day my mother jokes around by saying how I was a better parent than she could have ever hoped to

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