Camilla Fernandez Memoir

Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to attend college. I, Camila Fernandez, originally came from Buenos Aires, Argentina. A place in which poverty is all over the city and our government is very different to what it is like in the United States. Violence is the key to everything in that country because otherwise, nobody will ever do anything for the people. My family and I were very poor. I have four siblings and we all lived in a house in which we all shared one room. My parents wanted a better life for our family and decided to move to the United States. For years, my parents saved enough money to rent a house in Philadelphia. It wasn’t the best, compared to what we see now in days, where we see mansions and luxurious cars in the city,
All my siblings began to create their own little families and it was just my parents and I. Over the years, my father became an alcoholic. He has never stopped drinking, even until now in present day. He has made me doubt myself in various ways and has always told me I would not make it anywhere in life; I always thought otherwise, though. His words made me want to work harder, and even though it hurts not to have a father figure, I’m glad I don’t because it made me become independent. Until this day, I have not talked to my father, but some day I hope to thank him, even though he does not deserve it. It has just been my mother and I ever since. Though sometimes, I see her struggling, I try my best to do everything I can as a student and as a daughter to make her proud because that’s the only person I
My cousin was only 19 when he got diagnosed with Stomach Cancer. I was only in my second year of high school, but things did not got as bad until my junior year. During that time, all he had was me. Both of his parents worked all the time to be able to pay all the medical bills and surgeries he has had done. I have missed various days in school and have been tardy lots of days because I was always in the hospital or at home with him. Nothing is worse in life than seeing a loved one slowly beginning to die and there is nothing you can do about it, but be there with them every step of the way. Throughout his whole sickness, I used to pray all the time and have so much faith that he will get better, yet he never did. Everyone in my surroundings doubted him and I was his only supporter. My cousin was more than a cousin to me; he was practically a brother to me. One day, I fed him after him throwing up his food for weeks, and he didn’t throw up. He did so well, and he thanked me all the time. That day gave me so much hope that he will get better, but the next day, I was on my way to visit him and as soon as I got there, I see his father outside. Enthusiastically, I asked how was his son doing and he looked at me and told me that he passed away 10 minutes ago. He passed away on January 20th, 2015. It had been the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with in life. After, I didn’t pay no