Narrative Essay
Narrative Essay
Struggling Everyday Life
My name is Kenji, it’s the year two thousand and nine, and my birthday is coming up in two weeks, I’m turning eighteen. I live through a struggle; my parents are fast food service workers, making minimum wage, barely enough to support me and my sister. But they give it their all, working longer hours every now and then. I want something special for my birthday this year. I’m not very picky, and I’m not spoiled. I understand my parent’s current situation, and I do my best to support them by asking for even the littlest of things. It’s a gold coated wrist watch that all the kids wear at school. For once in my life, I want to feel a part of a crowd.
Speaking of school, I live a delinquent life. I’m a very quiet one who isn’t very smart, but I’m generous, and I know my limits when and when not to mess around. I’ve grown up in this lifestyle; and it’s taken a toll on my personality, forming me into a rigid person. I grew up with very few of the things a lot of my friends have due to my parents money issues. I receive hammy downs; I’ve been wearing this same backpack for nearly 7 years. I’m even managing to maintain it with some duct tape. So yes, my life is tough; many of the things I want probably won’t come into my possession. But I pray, that one day my parents will find a job with their near useless college degree, but for now, this lifestyle will have to do. It’s better than nothing.
In general sense, were poor. Me, my sister and my parents live in a filthy apartment that we managed to obtain from one of my mother’s co-workers friend. My father works at McDonalds as a custodian, and my mother is a waitress at a place called sallies. They are gone most of the time of day, and I serve as a guardian for my little sister. I prepare dinner for both us; I guess you can call us latchkey children. But we have our ways to getting around. Money is our primary issue; my parents don’t have any income to supply their children’s wishes. We struggle through every single day of our lives, some days without dinner, maybe even electricity in this raggedy household. But we manage even with the little income my parents make.
Oh how I wish for a gold coated watch. Not even an original, maybe even the closest to the real deal. But this isn’t going to happen. There are other things to worry about. Bills, food, even everyday utensils. But for my birthday, since I’ll be eighteen, maybe I can apply to a low end job, and help contribute towards the family income. And maybe someday, with my savings, I’ll finally be able to purchase that gold coated watch I’ve always wanted.
My name is Kenji, it’s the year two thousand and nine, and my birthday is coming up in two weeks, I’m turning eighteen. I live through a struggle; my parents are fast food service workers, making minimum wage, barely enough to support me and my sister. But they give it their all, working longer hours every now and then. I want something special for my birthday this year. I’m not very picky, and I’m not spoiled. I understand my parent’s current situation, and I do my best to support them by asking for even the littlest of things. It’s a gold coated wrist watch that all the kids wear at school. For once in my life, I want to feel a part of a crowd.
Speaking of school, I live a delinquent life. I’m a very quiet one who isn’t very smart, but I’m generous, and I know my limits when and when not to mess around. I’ve grown up in this lifestyle; and it’s taken a toll on my personality, forming me into a rigid person. I grew up with very few of the things a lot of my friends have due to my parents money issues. I receive hammy downs; I’ve been wearing this same backpack for nearly 7 years. I’m even managing to maintain it with some duct tape. So yes, my life is tough; many of the things I want probably won’t come into my possession. But I pray, that one day my parents will find a job with their near useless college degree, but for now, this lifestyle will have to do. It’s better than nothing.
In general sense, were poor. Me, my sister and my parents live in a filthy apartment that we managed to obtain from one of my mother’s co-workers friend. My father works at McDonalds as a custodian, and my mother is a waitress at a place called sallies. They are gone most of the time of day, and I serve as a guardian for my little sister. I prepare dinner for both us; I guess you can call us latchkey children. But we have our ways to getting around. Money is our primary issue; my parents don’t have any income to supply their children’s wishes. We struggle through every single day of our lives, some days without dinner, maybe even electricity in this raggedy household. But we manage even with the little income my parents make.
Oh how I wish for a gold coated watch. Not even an original, maybe even the closest to the real deal. But this isn’t going to happen. There are other things to worry about. Bills, food, even everyday utensils. But for my birthday, since I’ll be eighteen, maybe I can apply to a low end job, and help contribute towards the family income. And maybe someday, with my savings, I’ll finally be able to purchase that gold coated watch I’ve always wanted.