Personal Narrative: The Great Recession

The Recession of 2008 left multiple wounds in my family, especially after my father was fired from his job which he held for five years for being an immigrant. The “Great Recession” was not only a hideous word but a malicious truth in my household; it left us in a ditch hole. Getting deeper each day, the hole was in the way of my family’s future. There were nights when we were lucky to have enough beans and tortillas to fill our bellies; other nights, my stomach would gnaw with pain and hunger as I had given it to my younger siblings. My father was out on the streets, willing to take any work that was given to him, and my mother would pawn the values we held in much happier times. Its impact was that one of a tiny bullet skewering the heart