Personal Narrative: My Change In Nicaragua
About seven billion people live in this world, each beating heart goes through their own changes, whether it’s becoming a military personnel or simply running away from your home and experience the world through your own eyes. My significant change came at an early stage, without any hesitation my parents sent my sister and I to Nicaragua for 4 years. After we landed the only person I knew that spoke English or was from Miami was the flight attendant itself, after that it was my sister and I against a family that we briefly recognize.
It was mentioned that Nicaragua, was a poor country but at that time, it was nonsense to a seven year old child that basically was given everything with just a cry. Upon our arrival in the city, where we were going to spend our next few years,we saw the house we would be living in; the house was worn out, made of poor -quality materials. As a child, you don’t understand situations at that instant, and we only thought this change was going to be temporary. We had to share and pray to God for the food that we were given, I remember that sometimes the only meal available would be beans with tortilla. …show more content…
My mother would always weep to hear the voice of a young man ,who has taken care of himself and his little sister. My father was more than proud of the person who I was becoming, and in that moment I realized these certain changes that were occurring through my life. Numerous of flashbacks of when I had to walk from school holding my young sister's tiny hand, or when I had to bring errands such as vegetables or tortillas for dinner, all the responsibilities I was given everyday to complete, it was to help me become the person I am today. I have seen young people nowadays, and it’s hard to watch them mistreat their parents and not give them the proper love and respect they really
It was mentioned that Nicaragua, was a poor country but at that time, it was nonsense to a seven year old child that basically was given everything with just a cry. Upon our arrival in the city, where we were going to spend our next few years,we saw the house we would be living in; the house was worn out, made of poor -quality materials. As a child, you don’t understand situations at that instant, and we only thought this change was going to be temporary. We had to share and pray to God for the food that we were given, I remember that sometimes the only meal available would be beans with tortilla. …show more content…
My mother would always weep to hear the voice of a young man ,who has taken care of himself and his little sister. My father was more than proud of the person who I was becoming, and in that moment I realized these certain changes that were occurring through my life. Numerous of flashbacks of when I had to walk from school holding my young sister's tiny hand, or when I had to bring errands such as vegetables or tortillas for dinner, all the responsibilities I was given everyday to complete, it was to help me become the person I am today. I have seen young people nowadays, and it’s hard to watch them mistreat their parents and not give them the proper love and respect they really