A Mother’s Touch

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My mother has always been there for me and my siblings. During my first track race, my recitals, even when moving to the West Coast which was a big deal. Growing up I didn’t really have a father figure or man of the house, when I needed help my mom would always be the first person to turn to. Before we moved to the West Coast my mom, my siblings and I lived in a Condo and moved out when I was about 3 or 4 years old. We moved in with our grandparents to help them raise our dog Gucci who is now 12 years old. When moving to California we moved away from family, if an emergency happened we couldn’t reach out to anyone because we didn’t know anyone. 

When I started my first day of 3rd grade I was very uncomfortable, the kids didn’t talk nor sound like me. After the school day ended I told my mom about how everyone there didn’t use the same words as I do such as “y’all” or “ain’t”. My mom was there to comfort me through it all. Two years later, when I was 10 years old I met my dad. Although my dad used to visit me when I was a few months old I didn’t remember him. I was a bit nervous meeting my dad and meeting my other siblings but at the same time I was curious to know more about my family. 

Every year for both the holidays and the summer time we would visit our family members on the East Coast. Whenever I needed help my mom would always be there. When I was running track my mom would always be there to support me and I could always hear her from the stands. She taught me and my siblings how to react when we encounter police, how to be an upstander and how to avoid being a bystander. Whenever she went on business trips I would always think about her hugging me when I needed comfort.