There is a story that says who I am; a story that is filled with secrets and emotion, but in a sense can be described as a meaning of who I am and why I am the way I am. This story is known as our past, and how it changed who I am as a person. It also shows the struggles I faced and how I see those struggles today, and how those struggles not only define me today but how they help me
So many children go through different childhoods, where some are privileged to have a better lifestyle or they don’t face much pain at a young age. I remember at only seven or eight years old getting ready before the night of my first day of school. Just being happy that things were going okay. Suddenly watching my brother get home from work and telling my mother that her youngest son was in the hospital because he was shot. She left as soon as possible leaving me and my sister with our older sister as she rushed to the hospital to be by her son’s side. Aunts and uncles visited us while my mom was in the hospital. Cousins told us that everything was going to be all right when suddenly one said that I would soon have to learn how to live without my brother. As I asked what he meant he said that sometimes in life we will lose someone we love and we would have to learn that life will not be the same. After what seemed like days, I finally saw my mom again but her eyes were filled with pain and tears as she told my father that the doctors said there was high chance of him surviving. Then one day my mother had given us the news that she would have to leave to California for surgeries that could help my brother. Watching her and my brother the day they left made me feel as if there was a part me missing. Things were not the same, watching as my father struggled to raise his three daughters and taking turns with my oldest brother to rest and take care of us while he rested. There as so much work that he could not handle it and so he sent us with our mother in California. We stayed there for about a year and were watched by an aunt and other family.
Since we are little we see things differently; we don’t see the financial problems. We are told that someday we will get that one special toy we wanted for so long but we are not told that we cannot afford it because we don’t have that kind of money. As we get older we start to realize that we have to give up things to help. I remember helping my mother babysit children as soon as I got home from school while she ran errands or just simply rested. I helped my mother as much as I could and she would pay me back by getting me things I wanted. Sometimes even when she didn’t have all the money to buy me the things she still worked harder to get me those things. It brought so much pain to see her struggle to get the extra money to buy me something that I wanted but was not a necessity. It was harder to tell her that I did not want it when I would see the joy in her eyes when she would pay back her daughter and have the pride to have raised me the way she did. She would say to look at it as something that I worked for.
I remember watching my parents struggle since I was little. They came to this country in search of one thing: a better life; a better life for them but mostly for their children. Not all of them were as privileged as my sister and I. We were born with all the opportunities in the world, but even though we had more opportunities our parents struggled to give us what they could. I have a father who worked long hours in a dairy, barely making enough money to put food on the table. He sometimes worked on the weekends cooking for parties so there was that little extra money. My mother did not have the opportunity to get a job because she stayed home to raise five children but tried to earn money by decorating or making decorations for parties. Seeing them struggle made me realize that sometimes we have to let go of things or certain habits like going out to parties because their struggles are struggles for us. Those struggles will become my success when I graduate and go to college because they will see me. I am where I am because they fought to bring me there.
Our pasts are filled with inspirations, tears, and smiles because after every struggle there is success. Sometimes the best success is to go somewhere in life realize that we are there because our parents were by our side. Sometimes growing up with not as many privileges will help us see that every step we take is a step into a journey filled with opportunities. No matter where we go in life we are there because of our story, our past.