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Apr 11, 2020
Scholarship / QuestBridge Biographical Essay -- my parents struggle making me want to succeed [2]
This is what I have so far, but I don't know if I'm doing it right because this is my first ever biographical essay.
My mother and grandmother were citizens of their home country of ----- when a group of highly trained soldiers and their leader declared war on the government. Very quickly, a full on war broke out. They fled from their home after a grenade came through their living room ceiling. My grandfather had died some years earlier, and with him their primary source of income, causing my grandmother who had never worked a day in her life to learn odd jobs needed in the market. Most of the time, she succeeded with no other choice. When the civil war started, she couldn't go sell watermelons and goats, since her children didn't have another parent if she were to die. This caused them to live very simple lives with whatever food they could find. They asked family members they used to feed when they were able to, for food when they had nothing to eat and were often turned away while the members hid their piles of nutrition.
They fled to ----, and later got the paperwork to come to America. They arrived with nothing more than the clothes in their suitcases and the debt from their flight tickets. When my mother married my father, neither of them had anything to their names, and thus began the struggle to provide for their family back home, and later their children.
I remember waking up in the tiny apartment we lived in, getting dressed, and heading to school every morning. Despite them working two jobs at times, I was never late for school.
This is what I have so far, but I don't know if I'm doing it right because this is my first ever biographical essay.
My mother and grandmother were citizens of their home country of ----- when a group of highly trained soldiers and their leader declared war on the government. Very quickly, a full on war broke out. They fled from their home after a grenade came through their living room ceiling. My grandfather had died some years earlier, and with him their primary source of income, causing my grandmother who had never worked a day in her life to learn odd jobs needed in the market. Most of the time, she succeeded with no other choice. When the civil war started, she couldn't go sell watermelons and goats, since her children didn't have another parent if she were to die. This caused them to live very simple lives with whatever food they could find. They asked family members they used to feed when they were able to, for food when they had nothing to eat and were often turned away while the members hid their piles of nutrition.
They fled to ----, and later got the paperwork to come to America. They arrived with nothing more than the clothes in their suitcases and the debt from their flight tickets. When my mother married my father, neither of them had anything to their names, and thus began the struggle to provide for their family back home, and later their children.
I remember waking up in the tiny apartment we lived in, getting dressed, and heading to school every morning. Despite them working two jobs at times, I was never late for school.