Personal Narrative: Home

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Eight a.m. on a Saturday morning. Most kids my age are currently asleep, enjoying one of the only days they get to sleep in but it’s not the same for me. From a young age, I fully understood the responsibilities that came with being the oldest child in a struggling immigrant family. I do not think of my time spent in the office as a job but rather a way of giving back. My dad overworked himself to the point of exhaustion and back again day after day to provide for us. He had worked very hard to start a business from scratch and now it was my turn to show him that he was not alone and had someone to fall back on when he needed help. Seeing my dad stressed and graying far before his days was troubling and I vowed that I would help alleviate