Personal Narrative: My Integrity

Integrity is prevalent in my life, growing up, my mother never worried about whether I ate or had what I needed. My mother’s main concern was drinking, getting high or who she’d sleep with next. In the attempt to escape the abuse, I endured, I learned to allow my imagination to grow and began inventing imaginary stories. My mother would spank me, she thought that my stories were lies. However, when I was seven my stepmother came into my life, at first I hated her, I couldn’t fathom sharing my father with her. In time, my stepmother became my best friend, she always encouraged me to tell stories to others, she felt it was crucial that I expressed my creativity. She’d find ways to keep me inspired, she’d bring me notebooks, pens, pencils, and