Personal Narrative: Being The New Kid

People often are scared of changes, but don’t realize most changes are for the better. When I was young, my parents got divorced which isn’t out of the ordinary in today’s society. I am the oldest with twin siblings, a boy and girl who are 3 years younger than me. Our mother got custody of the 3 of us and being a single mother raising 3 children in this fast paced world is incredibly difficult. We moved around a lot, I was always at a different schools being the new kid. I focused on my school work instead of friends to ease my mind from the difficult changes. As I grew older, my mother’s hours at work grew longer. She had to provide for 3 growing kids and herself, she never went to college until she was about 35 when she got her associate’s degree at a nearby community college. From this she didn’t have a great income and relied on food stamps for most of her help. Being the oldest child, a great deal of responsibility was laid on me for
My father didn’t go to college either, he went to trade school for fabrication. When my mother had custody we saw my father quite frequently, but my dad was always known as the “cool fun dad” who let you eat candy and ice cream all the time and had water gun fights in his apartment. Our father got custody of us and we moved from Fort Worth over to Allen, Texas. I was going into my first year of middle school and had to be the new kid again. There was so much tension and heartbreak between my mother and the 3 of her kids. CPS made us have scheduled visits for only an hour a week to see my mother and growing up and going through so many changes, it was hard to not have my mother right by my side. I loved my mother dearly but I knew it was in the best interest of us and her for her to get the help she needed. This August my mom will be 6 years sober from