Faces in the Crowd
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At a normal glance, my mother's bright and bubbly personality would make any normal passerby believe she's as normal as you can get. No one really stops to think what a person has gone through. My mother did not become the way she is overnight. I'd even argue this is not who she…
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Imagine being a small child, playing in your living room on what seemed like a regular day only to have your dad, high on heroin, break through your sliding glass doors with shattering glass flying through the room. But it does not end there, you and your younger sibling will proceed to…
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My boss Shannon grew up on the East coast but has lived in California for most of her life. She currently owns a dance studio and has owned it for about 20 years. Her dance studio has given me so many opportunities and I am forever thankful for her. Shannon was diagnosed…
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Growing up as the daughter of a firefighter, I’ve witnessed first hand how the job affects my father. I remember being twelve and my dad coming home from work one morning with his mood completely off. I remember asking him what’s wrong and his response was “I had to go to a really bad…
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Being an illegal immigrant in the United States is very hard and stressful as it is, and let alone being a teenage mother of two while you’re at it. That was my mother’s case. My mom, Sonia, had to face multiple situations all at once, one after the other, while also being a full-time…
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The sky was still dark, the hour around 5:20 a.m. Half asleep, I gazed at the fields that were to be worked that day; my coworkers were doing the same. Everyone was wearing their usual long sleeve attire, as well as face masks and caps. While setting up the equipment we were going to need…
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My mother has been a person who is always there for me no matter the day, the time, or the circumstance. One of the times that I needed a lot was once when I got sick, I was hospitalized for a long time, my mother slept with me, my mother fed me, and took…
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For the Immigrants Who Seek a Better Life in the Uniteds States: Is The American Dream Still Worth It? I remember the shock and anger I felt when my parents talked about the many racist experiences they’ve had. Racism has often been a difficulty that they have faced, a specific incident occurred 23 years ago…
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My grandmas death was harsh on my mother. She thought she would never recover like most people when they lose a parent. Even though she already knew she was pregnant there wasn't much hope for her to lighten her life; after all, she was a teen mother and it hurt her even more than…
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Ever since the arrival of my niece, my family and I started living again in the same household, so much more often I began frequenting my older sister Isabella. Growing up, we both had a close only brother and only sister relationship until she departed into her correctional officer career after high school and moved…