Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Middle Child

Growing up in a world where I have watched the people around me struggle to survive and witnessing events that could have broken me mentally, I have always thought " life is cruel." Being the middle child was not always easy, but with divorced parents , it was a struggle. The memories of my mother crying every night ,but in the mornings becoming a new person. Watching my mother struggle to keep her cool around us because she knew she had to set an example to those that looked up to her, I have realized "Life is cruel but you should make the best out of it."

There were many times I have heard my parents argue, many times I have watched my dad leave the house with his suitcase, and many time I have secretly seen my mother cry. Those challenges during my childhood is what shaped the person I am today. I have learned to live with them and accept them. I could not let that get to me, so I have moved on. Always doing my best in school, trying to keep a smile on my mother's face. My siblings and I were always helping around the house, because we were independent then. Age did not matter at that time, if you can do it then do it. Even with

My determination grew each day as new challenges stood before me. I wanted the best not only for myself , but also for the people around me. I knew that everyone was battling a hardship in their lives and my goal was to give back to people. I have participated in after school clubs that built up my leadership skills,conferences that have shaped who I am today, that have built up my character . I have not only helped others, but I have learned from helping them . I knew they were eyes looking up at me ,as I was looking up at my mom.I knew there was a family out there who supported me and prayed God for my accomplishments in life, and this allowed my determination to grow each passing