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The Life of a Helpless Teen

 

            Hello my name is Jacob I grew up in twelve mile Indiana for our family those were bad times we were dirt poor. My dad was trying to make things easier for all of us he worked non-stop. He left for work every morning before I woke up and got home after I was in bed. I didn't really know him all too well till I was 13 years old all I knew was that he was trying to help. My mom started out angry a lot and depressed cause my dad wasn't around a lot that cause relationship problems but I won't go in depth.
             We moved out of twelve mile and out by skinner chapel I didn't know how I felt about this decision cause i was only 5 years old. After that my mom got a new job so now mom and dad were both working. Neither of them were home a lot just me and my sisters. They often left too see their boyfriends then. I was home alone a lot. A few years later my sisters moved out and got married. My dad started coming home more often I was extremely excited but nervous. I felt as if I was annoying him cause I wanted attention a lot. He started bringing me to work with him cause he had three jobs one was being a landlord. Whenever he had to go to delco or Chrysler he left me at my grandpa Centers. Me and my grandpa had a good relationship he told me more about my dad. He talked about when he lost his wife and which would be my grandma. I was told my dad lost his mom when he was 14 and the last thing she wanted was for dad to go to college so he did for his mom. He told me he was so proud of him. My grandpa taught me to shoot my first gun. We spent lots of time together. Especially in mushroom season. Well I had too not go to grandpas as much anymore because of Karen she didn't like me. It hurt me and grandpa that she didn't want me there. Well 2 years later my grandpa got cancer and passed away. That was the first and only time I saw my dad cry besides when when his kids were born and became Christians. It was a terrible time for all of us but me and dad spended a lot more time together but we were happy in those times that we did.


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