“A goal is a dream with a deadline”- said Napoleon Hill. I am a little girl with big dreams who has been continuously climbing uphill all my life. While I am aware that everybody climbs hills and faces obstacles in their lives, I also believe that the success of those battles may well be based on the foundation which one walks - how firm and supportive it is. As I look back, I realize that the challenges I have faced enabled me to find a strong footing within a situation that was not altogether stable.
My childhood was filled with fear, guilt, and anxiety since I was fourteen year old as a result of my father, an alcoholic, manic depressive, and marijuana addict. In the year 2000, my family discovered that my father had turned from a smoking addict to heavy marijuana user. After that, we noticed signs of his mental illness, which I believe was from his addition of alcohol and marijuana. Things just unbelievably got worst after that. One time, my father was about to kill my mother when they were at bed in the middle of the night. My mother yelled and called me for help while I was sleeping upstairs. I stood in their bed room, seeing my father repeatedly abused and severely beat my mother, who was obviously half death. Immediately, I called my neighbors for help. My dad ended up in jail for 3 days, then he was moved to a local asylum due to his mental illness. Every night before falling asleep, I fold my body tightly together and construct a world in which my father did not exist. In his place, there would be a new gentle and supportive father, but the following morning I would again awake to the awful reality of my life. One year after the divorce of my parents, my mom failed in love with a new man, a traveler from the United States, named Johnny. He appeared to be a generous and understanding gentleman, who I considered as a wonderful future step-father. In the year of 2007, I moved to the United States with my mom, left behind the awful