Personal Narrative: Grace

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Growing up, the word “father” was a correlation to the man I knew in my life. I knew I came from somewhere, yet I could not put my finger on why things were not like how they were on TV. A white picket fence, a mother and father in this average sized house, but that was far from my reality. I lived a life that was filled with joy, yet, there was always an empty part that I was constantly searching for. My parents were high school sweethearts and soon after they met I was born. My parents had a debate on what my name should be. My mother wanted my name to be Elizabeth, and my father wanted my name to be Grace. When my mother gave birth, they both agreed on Elizabeth Grace. My mother influenced me to become the woman I am today. No matter what

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