Personal Narrative: Buying A Home

I never had a childhood which you see in the movies. I spent most of my time playing with my friends or going to school. My parents had a language barrier because couldn't really understand english and I was their personal translator. Since I could speak I would explain to people what my parents were trying to say. They knew how to speak a bit of english but not enough to have full conversion or convert the message across. When I was twelve years old my dad and I started working on the tax returns, and that was a huge swing in the amount of which they relied on me. It took awhile the first time but I got used to it. Early 2013 my parents decided to buy a house and the whole process was left up to me. I had to work with the real estate agent
and find a home that had everything we wanted and needed while staying on budget. I also managed the financial part with a bank along with a lawyer to ensure that we would be safe through the process. The year dragged on and then we eventually found the house that we live in to this day. There was a perfect amount of space as well as including everything on my parent’s wishlist. I had researched that foreclosures take time and that's what ended up happening. Month by month our real estate agent would update us on the situation. We originally offered an amount which the owner agreed to, but the bank didn’t believe they would get their money back so they kept it on the table. The bank tried to find other buyers that would match the price they were looking for but thankfully they couldn't find anyone to match the price. I received a phone call in late August before my birthday that the bank had accepted the offer and we would close in September. For a couple of minutes I was in complete shock that it actually happened and at that point I felt like I had just completed by first adult task. When the date rolled around on September 10,2013 everyone was sitting at the table so happy. We all were thankfully that it was all over now and we would have the house. I was so relieved on the day I just didn’t know what to do. The fact of the matter is that my parents had the budget to match the bank the whole time but we didn’t want to. When I was born my parents weren’t in the best of places. My mom always reminds me that they would need to gather all the change to last penny and they would still be short on the money to buy me milk.My dad would go the local grocery store and put all of the change on the counter and only could afford a gallon of milk. The manager got to know him and always offered him a loaf of bread. My dad is beyond thankful for him. My dad would work twelve hour shifts and fall asleep without eating anything. I have learned to appreciate every dime that my parents worked so hard to make. We are in a better place now only because of my parent’s hard work. Being so young I transformed from a child to an adult and I understand that many wouldn’t want this but I believe this is the best for me as it has shaped me to become a better individual.