Personal Narrative: My Mother By Jutha Jean Charles

Jutha Jean Charles she stands at the height of 5’2 with medium length hair and hazel eyes as well a mother of three, a newly homeowner, a student but above all to me the hardest and most amazing mother in the world. Before all this was possible it took lots of time and hard work and devotion to her dreams so they may be achievable. She started in Haiti and moved to the US without ever giving up her ideas of education, stability and overall being a mother to her family. This is an incredibly hard task to do but my mother wake up every morning knowing her priorities and above all using her head and staying focus to what matters to her most “at my age and my origins what is the most I can achieve” for she knew she did not make it to states young
In 2005 a year and a half after we lived in the states my mother had finally made it here. To make the money for her trip she sold many things; her moped, a few lands which she owned and the amount of money which she saved and the amount my father had sent. She willingly gave up almost everything she had make sure that she arrived here without an empty pocket or anything to worry about when she was gone.( When she first arrived a true happiness felt my heart since I haven’t seen her in so long. Also was she seeing that two years has made many changes in our lives and now reunited brought back the many memories good and bad). Tons of things at first weren’t truly simple for my mom although it still isn’t but its just little more easer now. For the first couple of months she stayed in New York with us than we moved to Massachusetts, than life in America started for my mother. With all paperwork at hand she went and found a job at an “Au Bon Pain” restaurant since some of the people spoke Creole it was a little clearer for her to adapt at the workplace. Several months working there she felt a certain discomfort at the job so she left as she did she wanted to find something more soothing to her needs. “Working at a restaurant is a good job if you keep furthering your position but how does that work for someone who doesn’t see any progress in this job” she doesn’t know English and is new to these sorts of jobs and wasn’t making enough money to feel sustainable to provided for the things she wanted for us: like new clothes, food as well paying for where we stayed for the reason that she didn’t want my father being the only source of income in our apartment. So she hit the road in search of a new job one that could help her find her needs as well as make a bigger impact on the current situation she’s facing. She went to the Workplace in Downtown, Boston in there my mother found an advertisement about and nursing assistant job, so