I remember being five years old and having my birthday party in a McDonalds with all my cousins, running around, eating nuggets and fries, and just making a mess. Sadly though, this would be the last time I would actually be happy. A few weeks after, my mother and I moved out of my uncle's house, where my mother and I had lived since I was born.
We moved to Carteret in the basement of a house where my room was just a bed placed in a corner. I had to wear the same outfit of clothes for days but this never bothered me as I would receive A's and B's in first and second grade.
Then one day we moved again, to Hillside. I finally had a room and my wardrobe had grown but I as well had started to grow and realized that all my friends had a dad except me. But I was still oblivious and still too young for it too have any effect on me, and academically I was still maintaining my grades during my early elementary years.
I was in fourth grade when we moved back to Elizabeth and I could not be any more thrilled of coming back to my home town. My jubilance was short lived though, my mom gave me news that left me in utter shock, "Brandon baby, you're gonna be a brother", were my mom's exact words. I did not know if I was infuriated because we were barely making it as were or if I was enthusiastic of the idea of having a baby brother to play with. After a while however, I accepted my mom's impregnation and I could not wait to be a brother!
Alas, my brother was born and the feelings I got surpassed those of my fifth birthday. I helped my mom in any single way I could in taking care of my brother, by feeding him, playing with him, and just loving him, I truly felt like I was in a family for the first time ever. My happiness helped me in excelling in my academics as I received valedictorian for my fifth grade graduation and ranked in the top ten percent of my middle school class.
However everything fell apart in my first years high school. I was fourteen years old and I was changing physically and mentally. I needed guidance, I went to my mother for some things but for others I didn't feel comfortable talking to her. This led me to do things I regret doing now which ultimately led to my grades falling tremendously. I was at a point where I let my life with no father be an excuse for my poor grades but I learned that this is my life and I control my destiny.
My situation has led to a lot of bad feelings and dark days, but more than anything it has inspired me to be a positive male figure for brother, one that I never had.
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I remember being five years old and having my birthday party in a McDonaldsmy fifth birthday party at McDonalds with all my cousins, running around, eating nuggets and fries, and just making a mess.
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