In My life I have experienced a lot of very fortunate and very unfortunate events. I have dealt with the good and the bad. There isn’t much that I think would scare me as much as I have been scared before. I am thankful and glad that I have experienced what I have throughout my life so far because it has made me the person I am today.
My first few years alive were really swell because at the time my family was pretty rich and so I was living in a stable/safe environment. I went to Portola elementary school with my older brother Sebastian and my parents owned their own business. My parents were still together at the time until I was seven years old. At that time my mother got herself into some trouble and I was motherless for a little over four years. My father had to get all six of us through that struggle on his own. Day in and day out he would bust his ass for sometimes 12 hours a day 6 days a week. Every day was a struggle for my family throughout those four years. But in that time I was maturing in a positive way. I became more independent and sort of filled in the “mother role” in my damaged family. I cleaned what could use cleaning when I had the time for it which was usually afterschool. There would be days where my dad had to pick up my little brother, who was only 6 at the time, almost every day at noon and take him to work because there was nobody to watch him. At least not yet. When my older brother Sebastian turned 14 he would watch all of my siblings afterschool every day until 8 at night. That would be the regular time my father would return from a hard day’s work. At first I wasn’t used to it what so ever and I didn’t really like the idea but I was ok with it because I was aware of why my brother had to do this and why my father couldn’t be here with us for that period of the day.
After one full year of that experience it was normal for me to not see my dad for more and 3 hours a day because he was so busy trying to support his family. In all honesty I feel like there is a large amount of knowledge I should have acquired in that year but I didn’t because the only knowledge I feel like I am missing is my mother’s. I wanted to know how to treat girls well, what they think of most of the time, and why they act in the manner they do. But that opportunity was taken from me a long time ago. I’m not complaining about my life because I know what hitting rock bottom feels like and what living in the low class barely getting by eating 50 cent jack in the box tacos for dinner. It wasn’t fun one bit but it was definitely a learning experience and I realized this last year with the help of my family. I didn’t have an idea of what skills I had acquired throughout the time until my father and older brother told me so. My father always said I was his “Golden Child” because of all the help and support I provided my father and siblings with at such a young age. I mean sure, I wasn’t a straight A student, but I surely had the skill to be one and become much more than that. I only think I am the way I am because of the way my father was when he was my age. He was living on his own at age 16 in Mexico working on a farm more than half the day just to support his family because his dad became disabled and he could no longer perform the hard labor tasks he used to. I don’t know why he did it because my dad had more stories of his father beating him in very brutal ways more than he has stories of the great times he had with him.
I thought my father would be just like his father and he was, but after another year he changed his ways. He always told me to treat people the way you would like to be treated and it took me a few minutes to completely understand why he would say that and I have a pretty good Idea of why he did. My dad is a pretty straight forward guy. He does what he needs to do in an efficient manner when it needs to be done. He doesn’t procrastinate and takes charge when a task is put in front of him. I am thankful my dad is this way because I look up to him more than anyone else in the world. I feel like over the years his strong willed traits rubbed off on me slowly. Now whenever my grandparents come to visit they always say “Like father like son” because my dad and I are usually gaming or cleaning. Those four tough years without a mother sure as hell made one tough son out of me. Good and bad my dad always had my back no matter what, and that’s how I am with any of my siblings.
I hope I never experience what I did in my early years of life ever again but if it happens I already know what to do. It might not always get done 100% correctly but I make sure everything is the way it should be. I think that if I experienced another one of those hard periods of time it would have more of an impact on me and my life than it did before because I was half the age I am now so I wasn’t entirely sure of the situation. So yes, I am glad to be the person I am today and I don’t regret what makes me the person I am today.
My first few years alive were really swell because at the time my family was pretty rich and so I was living in a stable/safe environment. I went to Portola elementary school with my older brother Sebastian and my parents owned their own business. My parents were still together at the time until I was seven years old. At that time my mother got herself into some trouble and I was motherless for a little over four years. My father had to get all six of us through that struggle on his own. Day in and day out he would bust his ass for sometimes 12 hours a day 6 days a week. Every day was a struggle for my family throughout those four years. But in that time I was maturing in a positive way. I became more independent and sort of filled in the “mother role” in my damaged family. I cleaned what could use cleaning when I had the time for it which was usually afterschool. There would be days where my dad had to pick up my little brother, who was only 6 at the time, almost every day at noon and take him to work because there was nobody to watch him. At least not yet. When my older brother Sebastian turned 14 he would watch all of my siblings afterschool every day until 8 at night. That would be the regular time my father would return from a hard day’s work. At first I wasn’t used to it what so ever and I didn’t really like the idea but I was ok with it because I was aware of why my brother had to do this and why my father couldn’t be here with us for that period of the day.
After one full year of that experience it was normal for me to not see my dad for more and 3 hours a day because he was so busy trying to support his family. In all honesty I feel like there is a large amount of knowledge I should have acquired in that year but I didn’t because the only knowledge I feel like I am missing is my mother’s. I wanted to know how to treat girls well, what they think of most of the time, and why they act in the manner they do. But that opportunity was taken from me a long time ago. I’m not complaining about my life because I know what hitting rock bottom feels like and what living in the low class barely getting by eating 50 cent jack in the box tacos for dinner. It wasn’t fun one bit but it was definitely a learning experience and I realized this last year with the help of my family. I didn’t have an idea of what skills I had acquired throughout the time until my father and older brother told me so. My father always said I was his “Golden Child” because of all the help and support I provided my father and siblings with at such a young age. I mean sure, I wasn’t a straight A student, but I surely had the skill to be one and become much more than that. I only think I am the way I am because of the way my father was when he was my age. He was living on his own at age 16 in Mexico working on a farm more than half the day just to support his family because his dad became disabled and he could no longer perform the hard labor tasks he used to. I don’t know why he did it because my dad had more stories of his father beating him in very brutal ways more than he has stories of the great times he had with him.
I thought my father would be just like his father and he was, but after another year he changed his ways. He always told me to treat people the way you would like to be treated and it took me a few minutes to completely understand why he would say that and I have a pretty good Idea of why he did. My dad is a pretty straight forward guy. He does what he needs to do in an efficient manner when it needs to be done. He doesn’t procrastinate and takes charge when a task is put in front of him. I am thankful my dad is this way because I look up to him more than anyone else in the world. I feel like over the years his strong willed traits rubbed off on me slowly. Now whenever my grandparents come to visit they always say “Like father like son” because my dad and I are usually gaming or cleaning. Those four tough years without a mother sure as hell made one tough son out of me. Good and bad my dad always had my back no matter what, and that’s how I am with any of my siblings.
I hope I never experience what I did in my early years of life ever again but if it happens I already know what to do. It might not always get done 100% correctly but I make sure everything is the way it should be. I think that if I experienced another one of those hard periods of time it would have more of an impact on me and my life than it did before because I was half the age I am now so I wasn’t entirely sure of the situation. So yes, I am glad to be the person I am today and I don’t regret what makes me the person I am today.