Growing Up
Growing up I never had a lot my mom had to get food stamps, took late nights shifts which basically me and my brother were home alone most of the time but my mom would still have the energy to give us something to eat. Growing up in the ghetto were hard and nice times. I grew up in a one room apartment where my mom and my dad would take care of me and my brother who is a year younger than me. My parents could get a apartment and not a house for us is cause there are immigrants from Mexico and came to the America for a new life. But after my dad left us for another women when I was at the age of 5 things were hard on all of us. My mom would was pregnant with my sister had to take up another job and would have to take me and my brother while she was pregnant with my sister. As well as giving up that one room for we can pay the rent for that apartment and we had to sleep on the floor. I would visit my dad sometimes and after on visit when he dropped us off to our mom he said that wanted to be back with my mom. But she said no as she didn’t want to experience that toxic relationship and abuse she had with my dad and that was the best decision she ever made. After my dad left my mom meet my stepdad after I broke our toliet and he was the one who repaired it. And they started to date and he was a amazing guy and he cared about us a lot.
As I said before I grew up in the ghetto and there was nice but like there somethings that made my mom decided to move us from there to where I live now. But there I had some nice times like enjoying a alote with a raspado on those hot summer days and the truck that would come with Furit, candy and snacks and those were some good times Americans have doordash and uber eats to get there food but that truck was the original. And the people there were nice mostly cause there were mostly hispanics and latinos but still I felt like a nice community. I went to the local elementary school there and made nice friends there. But good things had to come to end and my mom with the money she had borrowed from my grandpa had enough to get a moblie home. And we moved from a nice latino community to a mostly white city. Don’t get me wrong I like living here but there are somethings I miss that they don’t have here. But I still visit my hometown from time to time and enjoy the time I spend there. But I’m not that poor hispanic kid anymore. I worked hard for the things I got and now I’m going to High School taking college classes and getting a new phone. And this prove something that working hard pays off now i’m starting High School and I going to finish it and graduate so then I could make my mom and stepdad proud for all the sacrifices and challenges they had to face to provide for me and my siblings.















