The story of my life - Essay Example

Erica Torres English Com 2 The Story of My Life Life is a bed of roses. Whoever said that must be out of his mind. From what I have been through, I can say that life is more like a bed of thorns, with maybe one or two roses. I was a sole daughter of Hispanic parents, born in New York City. I could not surmise if it is because of my ethnic origins or due to diverse cultural upbringing that my life seemed to be chaotic at the onset. I grew up exposed to dysfunctional relationships where both parents exhibit frequent fights, one which led to a plane destined to Dominican Republic, to my grandparents’ home.

The change in culture and familial environment did not improve my relationship with my mother, who remained distant and aloof. I felt she has absolutely no love for me. With her mind wandering back to my father in New York, I anticipated that day when she just rushed to my father’s arms. I was not in their plans of reuniting. I stayed with my grandparents to continue my education. The day my mother left me was the day my life changed for the worse. I met a boy who I fell in love with irresponsibly and immaturely.

I stopped attending classes; my relatives learned of the relationship; my grandfather died; and I was sent back to New York. I run away and lived with my boyfriend’s relatives and soon led to unexpected pregnancy. I gave birth at a very tender age. Since I was not under the care of my parents, a social service worker from the Department of Social Services put me and my newborn under protective custody, endorsed in foster homes: first in Malden and then in Lynn. I eventually graduated from Lynn Vocational Technical High and have continued to search for meaning in my life.

All thorns so far, with one rose, my child; and another, graduating from high school. I am looking forward to more roses in the near future.