When I was younger, there was nothing more appealing than the thought of growing up. The idea of being a pretty teenager or a successful adult. Being an adult in my twenties, I never prepared myself for the overwhelming stress and anxiety that comes with it.
When I was younger, my family wasn't the wealthiest. I was the middle child of three and the smallest. I was bullied, picked on and called names, but it never broke me. When I was in 6th grade, my family moved away from the city. I was moved to a huge public middle school where the teachers knew only a select few students; usually, the ones that were always in trouble. A week into this new school, I have pushed down a flight of stairs by a horrible boy. I went home that day and cried. This new move didn't seem promising and was only getting worse by the day (or so I thought).
Three years went by and I entered high school. This was it, my new start and a new me. Two weeks in and I was known as a loser with the parents that worked there. The loser that was too little didn't wear make up, didn't have a car, didn't hike her skirt up, didn't play sports... but most of all I was known as the loser that didn't belong. Fast forward three more years and I was finally a senior. I could finally get out of the place that caused me pain my first few years. I had joined the drama club and finally made a name for myself, everything was perfect. Graduation came and all the excitement left. After four years, it was all over. After four years, I was finally comfortable and I had to leave. I walked across that stage, excited but scared. What will my future hold?
I'm telling this story because I owe it all to my parents. I owe my success to middle school, high school and college to them. I owe them my life. Without my mother, I would've continued to be bullied in middle school and that boy would have done much worse to me. Instead, she marched right into that school and raised hell for me. Without my mother, I would have never been able to attend a high school that brought me so many educational opportunities and helped me get into the college of my dreams. Without my father, I would have never had the courage to move into that college and say goodbye. Without them, I would have never had the courage to stand up for myself. My parents are brave, strong, and courageous. My parents have taught me to sing, dance, laugh and enjoy everything life has to offer.
Mom and Dad, thank you for giving me the gift of life, love, happiness, siblings, and a mind of my own. Thank you for teaching me to stand up for what I believe in and for the people I love. Thank you for showing me that anything can be solved with patience and time. Finally, thank you for being patient with me. I love you more than words could ever say.
