Personal Narrative: My Child Care Service

When I was 16 years old, my grandma opened her very own government approved child care service. I decided that I wanted to help her but it was mainly because the 2 girls we had were really nice and polite. We had a girl who had just started the second grade and her sister, who was a middle school special ed student. I dedicated countless volunteer hours to helping them with their homework, creating learning activities and birthday parties for them . In a blink of an eye, the daycare had 14 kids and we pretty much had them 20 hours a day for 5 days a week. After graduating high school, we received a kid who had just arrived from Guatemala. He didn't speak English, was very rude and didn’t listen to anyone. I realized he needed work, time