Personal Narrative: How My Mom Changed My Life

I spent most of my time planning and prepping for the next day. A typical day for me included getting my baby sister ready for school, picking her up from school and getting her ready for bed. It was quite challenging at first for a high school senior and the teenage boy I was then to take on the responsibilities of a mother. My mother traveled for school, so I became solely responsible for my then 3-year-old sister. I had to be up earlier than usual, to get myself ready and to get her ready for school. That included making her lunch, and breakfast and finding out an outfit and change of clothes as well as all her vitamins and medication she needed. I mustered the courage every day to perform those duties because I loved my baby sister so much and I would rather do it for her than have someone else do it just because they want to be paid. The care and affection I would show are incomparable to that of a

I could know when she was hungry, when she needed some rest, when she was unhappy and almost all the time I could predict what exactly she wanted. I was constantly caring for her and looking out for her. That made me a more caring person and also made me very sensitive. What I had to do for my little toddler came naturally during my early adulthood. I wasn’t a heartless guy or someone who never cared but I became more caring and sensitive to the opposite sex. I understood their moods, I talked to them nicely and as one of my female friends would say, I always knew “the right thing to say”. I had a likeable personality but this little piece made it all even better. I had a lot of female friends, we got along so well, I was the go-to guy. My closest friends currently are females and I believe I owe a big part of that to my mom for traveling and thank God I was able to step in a be a real elder brother. It has been a true blessing in this journey of