Personal Narrative: Growing Up In Nicaragua

Growing up in Nicaragua, my family had never been one to have an abundance of money. At the age of 10, my mother had to wake up at the crack of dawn everyday to pick up the fallen fruits from trees, go into the city and try to sell them to tourists in hopes of making enough money so that she and her brothers could eat that day. She was forced to become the adult of the family when she should have been in school like the other kids her age. She was deprived of the one thing that meant everything to her, a chance at an education.

If there is one thing about my mother that I am certain of, is that her ultimate goal was to attend college. However, she was never given the chance to finish school and therefore, did not go to college. She now works