Personal Narrative: How Miss Moore Changed My Life

I was a young, black girl name Sylvia i was raised in Harlem. Everything was fine growing up in Harlem, but something was wrong with everyone else; but Sugar and I were the “ only ones just right”. Suddenly a lady moved on our block with nappy hair and proper speech and no makeup, I would laugh at , her but then again, I would laugh at, everyone especially the junk man who went to his business like her was some big time president. I would think i knew everything and had all the answers and no one could teach me anything that I didn’t know. I hated her though; Miss Moore, she was the only woman in the neighborhood that had only a “ Miss” and a “Moore” but no first name. She has cept for feets, which were fish white and spooky. The field trip
Though we didn’t want to go anywhere with Miss Moore our parents would put hairs into some kind of weird shape and crisp up our clothes, so we would look presentable to travel with Miss Moore. She would look like she was, going to church but she never went. That was one of the reasons why the adults talk about her when she isn’t there. Miss Moore brings us gifts but our parents would be, embarrassed to tell her to leave. She’d been to college and was a woman who “ gives back” to her community by saying it’s merely virtuous , that she should take responsibility for the children’s education. She cares for the children in the community and she’s not related by marriage or blood. Nevertheless Miss Moore wasn’t related to us, but we saw that she was the solely one in the community that indeed cared genuinely for us. Though occasionally she can be
I moved back home with my husband Flyboy, where everything had started. I wanted to move back home because it was the right thing to do, to inspire the children just like how Miss Moore was their to inspire me.Flyboy still played football but we promised each other that every weekend,we walk around the neighborhood and talk to the kids about school and what they want to become in the future. I inspire the kids so that they can see, that the world has a lot to offer and it’s there waiting for them to take it. Interacting with the kids has shown me how for I have came and also, reminds me to never for what Miss Moore has done for me. I have realized that over the years i’m starting to become more like Miss Moore, but it’s not something scary, I love being able to affect the children's lives in a good way. But Miss Moore has helped me understand the world and what it holds, and that’s exactly what i help the children’s