Personal Narrative Essay: My Two Lives In My Life

MY TWO LIVES It was a cold evening that day and my father whom usually comes home late at night, was home early before it got dark. With number of questions running through my mind of why he was home early. Later that night, my dad called out for a family meeting, a household of 10 people including my disabled uncle Edwin. My father cleared his throat as he began by saying, I know you all must have been wondering why I was home early today. “They have stopped me from work” he said. Oh Lord!!! This is not happening. That was what I said in my head because it is rude to speak while an elderly man or woman is talking. All I could think of was how my tuition was going to be paid for, because I had just been accepted into college. I was born in a developing country Nigeria, located in west Africa. Growing up with 4 brothers and two sisters with both of my parents and my uncle. Life seemed good to me at a tender age, and like it was the only existing place in the world. After I started school and began to learn gradually that there are other places out there. I grew older, and I began to understand what I watched on television, which

A while after our prayers, Mrs Ebere came to the house to take my mom out for shopping because we had no cooking and eating utensils at home. The neighborhood was so quiet and calm. There were no sounds from people, roaster crowing, and buses like where I came from. Starting a new life was a new experience for me and I was delighted about every new thing I encountered because I knew it was going to help me in future if I leave my parent house to my own. In addition, my next encounter was going to driving school while learning how to drive. Learning how to drive was fun, but was scary because I was scared of making mistake or being pulled over by the police. I finished my driving class with success as I got my driving permit and was able to drive myself