Personal Narrative: My Life As A Baby

I’m up early at 6 in the morning. The loud sound of a crying baby next to my ear woke me up. I can’t say I love waking up early but I do love waking up next to my son, listening to him say “mom” and “dad.” He’s such a happy baby. Either way I had to get up to go school. It’s not easy being a 17 year old mom with a 7 month old baby, and going to school. Being able to take my baby to school makes it all much easier though. Once in a while, I get flashbacks to when I was little. I always remember my grandmother Socorro. She was the best grandmother anyone could ever have. I loved her so much. She was always there for me and she always told me how she wanted to see me grow up. She would tell me she wanted me to succeed in school, get a career, find the one I love, get married and have kids. My life didn’t exactly go that way. I had my baby at 15. The sad part is that she isn’t here to see him. My grandmother passed away when I was 8 years
When we moved to Hemet, my mom started talking to a guy. They became friends and started dating. Seven years had passed and the guy decided to ask my mom to move in with her. My mom wasn’t sure at first, but then she decided she would move in with him. At that time, my brother was living with my dad in Bell Gardens so he didn’t really care. My sisters and I weren’t that happy. We were happy my mom was happy with him, but we didn’t like him. My older sister moved out, and after a while I moved in with her. We were living in San Jacinto at an apartment in front of San Jacinto High School. That’s where I met my boyfriend. I was 15 and he was 20. He had gotten kicked out of his mom’s house so I decided to ask my sister if he could move in with us. After a while of asking her she said yes. Time passed, and I found out I was pregnant in July. I was a month and a half. I had my baby on February 27, 2015. I named him after my dad, Jose Luis