Personal Narrative: Growing Up Without My Dad

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Growing up without my dad always within the household was a struggle I did not ask for. He would be with us for a year or two, then leave for a while, but oddly swore that he could buy my love by dangling a dollar sign over my head whenever he’d return. Through my life experiences, I have acquired knowledge through experiences, rather than lectures. In the beginning, my dad was in and out, but oddly, he never noticed it. He swore that he was in our life because he'd pay my mom a couple of dollars once a month. Since I was never one for money, a dollar bill could never replace a hug before bed, or a shoulder to cry on. As I grew older, my parents stopped talking, and my dad stopped sending us money, that was when I began to realize …show more content…

There were nights the cars were repossessed, fridge was empty, and the lights and water were off. My sisters went off to college, and around the same time, we had just lost our house because bills began to pile up. We lived out of our car for a while, before the three of us (Me, my mom and little sister) moved into one of my aunts bedrooms. We stayed in there for maybe 6 months just so my mom could help keep money in her pocket. I hated it, but there was not much that could be done. For my mom to have to tell us "I'm sorry but I don’t have it," it destroyed her. Any money I got was placed it into her hands, and though she’d never accept it, I would find ways to place it into her clothes or purse when she wasn’t around. I saved money like it was my last, because there was a strong possibility that it would be. Since money didn’t come frequently, I wanted to help in any way I could. Those days of being without taught me money’s worth quickly; while all the other kids were buying the newest toys, I was saving my money just so I could pay a light bill, or get my mom something as simple as cake for her birthday. I just wanted to help in any way possible. I didn’t care …show more content…

Anything that I have, it’s theirs. I told my mom, "I would make it big, make it all the way to the top. If I can’t afford her a house, then I’m not working hard enough." But the giving doesn’t stop there. You see, when you have to find school clothes out of a trunk and have to sleep on the cold tile because three people can’t fit into the little bed, it humbles you. I want to not only do for my family, but do for others. Everyone has a story, and everyone has a struggle. I will continue giving back to my community, because for me to walk past a homeless man and deny him money for food because “You never know what he’ll do with it,” is a sign of poor character. Nonetheless, that could have easily been me and my family at someone’s store front, or on their street corner. I now feel obligated to help the world in any way possible, and because I know I can’t help everyone, my journey as a Child Psychologist will help SOMEONE! I know what it feels like to be down to you last dollar, your parents can’t provide for you, and you are on your own. It’s a struggle, but I want to help ease the

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