Personal Narrative: The Day My Mom Changed My Life
When I was nine, I watched my mom run herself ragged to try and support us. She was finishing her college degree, while working two jobs and raising me. My parents had just gotten divorced and I was scared and sad and didn’t understand what was happening. My mom and I were incredibly tight on money, and things were terrifying. I was a ten year old worrying about my next meal. As girls wore hoodies that read “Hollister” and “Aeropostale,” I was wearing mix-matched outfits we had found at goodwill. While my friends were buying chips and cookies at lunch, I was eating the free hot lunch the school supplied for me. While the people in my grade were going to see the newest movie I was at home. I felt so different, because my family’s financial