Short Story About My Childhood

Have you ever been in a room with a loud Puerto Rican if so, then you kind of know how my childhood went every day. My name is Victoria and I was raised by a Puerto Rican mother, sister, a Mexican nanny, and an American father. When I was one and a half years old my mother divorced my Puerto Rican father. I was raised mostly by the nanny and my sister because my mother was always working. When I was five years old my mother married, my now Stepfather, John. My mother, Marisel, was born and raised on the island of Puerto Rico with an abusive father. She left the Island with a two-year-old daughter and a good for nothing husband. They moved to Harlingen, Texas and lived there for three years. My mother and Biological father, Orlando, decided to move to San Antonio and build a house.

One year later, my mother had me and a year and a half later they got divorced. My sister was always my rock. No matter how much of a pain I was she still found it in her to forgive me and defend me. Since John was in my life since I was five I adopted him as my biological father. Orlando, on the other hand, is more of an acquaintance. John was born in South Carolina and grew up in Houston Texas and Minnesota. I grew up in public school almost my entire life, but I went to private school starting in ninth grade. I was bullied in elementary and middle school and I realized that you should never trust those around you, but when I went to Cornerstone Christian Schools I learned that it is ok to trust others. My neighborhood is gated with a community pool and a park. My nanny used to take me to the park when I was little.

These things shape the person I am today in ways unimaginable. Since my parents got divorced, I always felt like he had abandoned and because of that and getting bullied I have trust issues. My walls are big and thick but with time you finally get to see the real me. I am a hardworking student and a bilingual girl. My life has been filled with ups and downs like how my mom has had four surgeries all in a two-year timeline, but I get through these hardships with the help of all of my family. Without my family, I wouldn’t be a musician, an athlete, and a daughter. My family has been through so much and we are ready for what’s next including college.

Like all families we fought and somewhere gruesome. As a child, I always picked fights with my sister and mom. I never won, but I would do it just to get them upset, which was entertaining for me. My mother called me tornado and my father (John) calls me monkey. Mom called me that because I was such a destructive little troublemaker. Dad calls me monkey because I used to climb everything, including him. Whatever I did, no matter good or bad I always left a mark on people, which wasn’t always good. The more irresponsible I was as a kid the more responsible I became. When difficulties come I face them without question. All of my life I have had stage fright so every time I have to speak in front of others I get nervous, but I stand up and do what I need to do without showing it.