Personal Narrative Essay

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In one’s life, childhood equals happiness, why is it that for some people this is not the case? Not too long ago, my Step- Dad, told me a story of his childhood years. Which I found extremely sad, infact I believe anyone experiencing this type of event would feel the same way.
Like many fellow Hispanics, My Step-dad was poor, and to make it even worse, He had 7 siblings, obviously a tough situation for both of his parents. Constant fights with his father filled his home. His father, was a drunk, hit his mother daily, and siblings as well. One inevitable day, it could no longer be kept from happening. He was kicked out at the age of 12 from his home. His mother unable to do anything, could not say a word, but nod towards his way. Honestly, being kicked out from your house back then was common, either you left on your own or got kicked out. I speak of this because my mother left her home when she was 15, due to the fact that her home was too crowded, with 7 siblings as well, and poverty, life was
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They were all young, like me. 1of them must of been younger than me, and 4 of them older. Together we made a small group of 6. as I walk through the road I realize how hot it was outside my body started to feel hot that's what I realize that I had caught on to a fever, I looked around me as the kids kept on walking because I did not want to worry them I really didn't. as we walk down a long long road a watermelon field not too far away seem like the perfect place to rest in, the kitchen I decided to stay there for a while until we word table to find a job, The next morning the afternoon came about as worked long hours through the road a man in his late forties stops the car next to us, he asked if we wanted to write but before that he asked where we were going, we told him where going, and he said set the place to where we were going was not too far away from where he lived. as he drove he asked if we were hungry we said