Personal Narrative: Hatred In A Home

The Italian spices and the smell of argenio spread throughout the air. The intensity rises in the atmosphere with desire to indulge in the homemade buttery bread that was just withdrawn from the coal oven onto the table top. In the background, there is a hint of Apfelstrudel (Apple Strudel). The German dessert and Italian dinner clashes into one another and creates a fulfilling meal that occurs only once a month.
A small family gathered around the table, said their prayers, and wallowed in their plates. After clearing the plates that were placed in front of them by a mother with a colorful apron on, they were then acquainted with another hot food item, which was the German dessert. The family of three then ate the Apfelstrudel within minutes. Each person was satisfied with the meal and the mother gathered all of the plates and began to clean all of the dishes and items she used to make the dinner with. This event was one that only occurred once a month for this family, as mentioned before. The family
I have the opportunities that Mildred never had. The opportunity to take my families name out of the category of poverty by being enrolled here at University of Wisconsin- Oshkosh. A first generation student to my family, and making that difference so my future will be successful. Mildred did not fail, she created a two roads for me. The first road is failure and the second road is the road to success. I choose the road to success and to carry my failures I make in life along with me on this journey. Mildred has not only been the source of my family values and morals but has created a desire for success within myself to make it out of the circle of poverty that is placed upon my generation today. During Mildred’s life she created a legacy by not only allowing failure to create success, but creating a family that holds values as it’s most important aspect of