Personal Narrative: Independence Is Indestructible

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Independence is Indestructible I believe in independence. My journey to my current independent outlook started when I was in junior high. I was 13 years old when my sister came back home half way through her first semester of college, pregnant. I don’t think any less of my sister for getting pregnant, things happen and my niece is undeniably a blessing. However, In my opinion she handled the situation completely wrong in a way that impacted my entire family, and my outlook on life. My sister decided to move back home, bringing along her boyfriend and newborn baby. Everyday I would come home from school to a house with one family living on top of another. I would be greeted with a crying baby that my mother would be taking care of whilst my sister was busy with other things. Such as, what I call “playing house”. She decided that having a child now made her an adult. She would often reorganize the kitchen and move furniture as if she owned my parents house herself. She and her family took over everything, and my world felt as if it were turned upside down. My home was consumed, my mother was occupied, and I was alone. My days passed lonely yet frantic. Although no one had time for helping with …show more content…

It was at this time that I took my life into my own hands. I started taking care of myself. I no longer needed help with school, socialization, or even advice. I made myself a promise to never rely on my parents, or anyone for that matter. Responsibility became a priority, I began to take school much more seriously as well as showing gratitude towards my parents for the roof over my head and the food on my table. Over the years my obsession with being independent has thrived, I have a job that I earned myself, and I’ve been saving to move out after the summer. When I move out I won’t expect anything from my parents except for moral support, because a family should be there for love, not

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