Personal Narrative: My Immigrant
I grew up in a primarily white middle-class suburb in Dallas, Texas. I was a millennial boy living the American Dream along with his immigrant parents. My neighbors were good people, I lived on a cul-de-sac playing sports and other classic games like tag. I was the only foreigner in my neighborhood (Turkish-American), but I felt as though I fit in. My family, however, was another story. My parents divorced when I was four years old. My father remarried within a year and took us (my older brother and I) in with him. I immediately rejected my stepmother at first side as she tried to impose herself to us in the place of our mother. This friction caused our whole household over a decade of suffering and misery. I cried for two years before
I started school because I was alone and I wanted my mother. My father went to work, and my older brother to school, and I was left alone at home for 8 hours a day with a woman who was as lost as I was in the United States with my mother across the Atlantic ocean. It got so bad to the point where in 10th grade I had to move out to ease tensions at home at the request of my father. I started staying with some of my friends in college and learned to live on own, managing shopping necessities, time, laundry, cooking, and life itself. I’ve been through thick and thin over the course of my childhood. I have gone through emotions as if I were surfing TV channels in the course of a day at times. My environment was dominated by the presence of my stepmother, who had become the person I hated the most in this life. However, one day I grew up from a boy into a man. I learned to forgive and forget my greatest nemesis. I have experienced life as an individual rather than the son of middle class parents brother of three siblings. It was Selim Gezgin versus life, and though I took a beating, I persevered and survived as the victor. Therefore I now possess an indomitable spirit with which I know I can handle whatever is thrown my way. That is how I am who I am today.
I started school because I was alone and I wanted my mother. My father went to work, and my older brother to school, and I was left alone at home for 8 hours a day with a woman who was as lost as I was in the United States with my mother across the Atlantic ocean. It got so bad to the point where in 10th grade I had to move out to ease tensions at home at the request of my father. I started staying with some of my friends in college and learned to live on own, managing shopping necessities, time, laundry, cooking, and life itself. I’ve been through thick and thin over the course of my childhood. I have gone through emotions as if I were surfing TV channels in the course of a day at times. My environment was dominated by the presence of my stepmother, who had become the person I hated the most in this life. However, one day I grew up from a boy into a man. I learned to forgive and forget my greatest nemesis. I have experienced life as an individual rather than the son of middle class parents brother of three siblings. It was Selim Gezgin versus life, and though I took a beating, I persevered and survived as the victor. Therefore I now possess an indomitable spirit with which I know I can handle whatever is thrown my way. That is how I am who I am today.