My Struggle For Independence Growing Up Of A First...

It is with great honour to share the tale of my struggle for independence growing up in a first generation home. To begin, I shall introduce you to my family. Firstly, my parents had three children together, all two years apart, me being the youngest. Both of my parents had high school diplomas, however were unsuccessful in earning a well supporting, paying job. My mom worked in an office as a clerk; although once she got pregnant she stayed at home to take care of the young children. However, once our budget started to become tight, my mom had to start working again. Unfortunately, my mom’s old position was filled by an individual with post-secondary experience. Eventually, she obtained a position once a week as a cashier at a local†¦show more content†¦The fights and arguments that my parents had would rub off on the children making life very difficult. My parents would fight so constantly that they could no longer keep their marriage happy causing them to file for a divorce. This was the hardest time in my life. When my parents got the divorce I went from barely seeing my own father from working long hours to barely seeing my own mother, who had to pick up full time work as a cashier. Eventually, my dad went to live with his parents which resulting in me rarely seeing him. I knew I had to help out because my mother was now single, taking care of three kids. My mom would work three jobs trying to pay for lawyer fees for the divorce, pay bills, and take care of three young children. After seeing endless days and nights of my mom crying over finances, I promised to her life was going to be different. I developed a sense of determination to gain an education and pay for my own tuition. The struggle of coming from a first generation family has definitely opened my eyes to the harsh reality of life without post-secondary experience. My ambition to help began when I was eight. The job only paid eighty dollars a month, which I split with my brother, leaving me with only forty dollars. Eventually, when I was fourteen, I got my first real paying job at Tim Horton’s working weekends while still studying hard