Two days before Thanksgiving, my mother asked me to bring the roaster pan from the basement. I took a small candle with me because there was no light in the basement. When I found the roaster pan, I saw an album on the top of it; at first, I ignored it. I took the roaster pan up stairs to my mother, but I forgot the candle, so I had to go back. When I picked it up I noticed the picture that was on the cover of the album. It was of me as a child.
I sat on a dusty chair and looked at the pictures in the album. First picture I saw, it was for my classmates and me, in the third grads. At that time, I was short and fat, compared to the others in my class. All of my classmates used to make fun of me. I remembered one of them called me a barrel. I couldn't stand it any more, so I hit him on his face and broke his tooth. After this incident, no one dared to make fun of me any more. I wish I had done this long ago. Right now, I'm one of the tallest students in my class, therefore, my teacher asked me to be a member of the school basketball team.
In the second page of the album, there were two pictures of me while I was playing alone in the park. At that time, I was selfish and stubborn. I didn't like to share anything with anybody. I had never shared my toys with other children. I used to love being isolated. On the other hand, right now I'm interested in team work, and being with a lot of people make me feel good Sometimes I even don't like to go out by myself, and I'm a very easy going person now.
I have liked to watch the news since I was a little child. At that time, I used to know everything that was going around us, so some of my friends used to call me "the encyclopedia". This name is the only thing I still have from my childhood. For example, during the last election, our history teacher asked some questions about the election; while everybody was silent, a student stood up and said, "Ask "the encyclopedia", he must know about it hh..".
I turned the album to the third page. My tears started rolling on my cheeks. I got shocked, after seeing that picture. I think we had this picture taken at the airport, before my father left to America. Since that day, I have not heard anything about him. My father was the most important one in my childhood, but he has disappeared from my life. He left me in the middle of the jungle. I didn't know how to cope with these situations. I have to protect my brothers from the gangs out there in the streets, and to cover the life expenses; therefore, I started selling candies in the streets from very early in the morning till the mid of the night, for just a few bucks. I barely could buy a loaf of bread and a gallon of milk with those bucks.
In conclusion, I don't see any big difference in my life except the one I just mentioned. God wants me to be the breadwinner in my family; this is my destiny and I have to accept it.
I sat on a dusty chair and looked at the pictures in the album. First picture I saw, it was for my classmates and me, in the third grads. At that time, I was short and fat, compared to the others in my class. All of my classmates used to make fun of me. I remembered one of them called me a barrel. I couldn't stand it any more, so I hit him on his face and broke his tooth. After this incident, no one dared to make fun of me any more. I wish I had done this long ago. Right now, I'm one of the tallest students in my class, therefore, my teacher asked me to be a member of the school basketball team.
In the second page of the album, there were two pictures of me while I was playing alone in the park. At that time, I was selfish and stubborn. I didn't like to share anything with anybody. I had never shared my toys with other children. I used to love being isolated. On the other hand, right now I'm interested in team work, and being with a lot of people make me feel good Sometimes I even don't like to go out by myself, and I'm a very easy going person now.
I have liked to watch the news since I was a little child. At that time, I used to know everything that was going around us, so some of my friends used to call me "the encyclopedia". This name is the only thing I still have from my childhood. For example, during the last election, our history teacher asked some questions about the election; while everybody was silent, a student stood up and said, "Ask "the encyclopedia", he must know about it hh..".
I turned the album to the third page. My tears started rolling on my cheeks. I got shocked, after seeing that picture. I think we had this picture taken at the airport, before my father left to America. Since that day, I have not heard anything about him. My father was the most important one in my childhood, but he has disappeared from my life. He left me in the middle of the jungle. I didn't know how to cope with these situations. I have to protect my brothers from the gangs out there in the streets, and to cover the life expenses; therefore, I started selling candies in the streets from very early in the morning till the mid of the night, for just a few bucks. I barely could buy a loaf of bread and a gallon of milk with those bucks.
In conclusion, I don't see any big difference in my life except the one I just mentioned. God wants me to be the breadwinner in my family; this is my destiny and I have to accept it.
