Most children grow up in a happy family, one where both parents are physically there to support the child. This was not my case. When I was in the fourth grade, my mother left for El Paso to complete her three year medical residency, which would bring her one step closer to her dream of becoming a pediatric endocrinologist, a dream she had patiently postponed ever since she had immigrated to America. At first, I was excited for my mother, I wanted her to do what she loved, and that she would be making more money. Being that young, I had yet to grasp the psychological effect that her moving away would have on me. I was excited to live with my dad, who was rather lenient and rewarding when compared to the way my mother ruled with an iron fist. …show more content…
The house was dead silent, barren of the voice that commanded me and my sister to do things like washing the dishes or taking out the trash. The house was also noticeably messier, as we got more take0out and fast food since everyone in my family was too lazy to make anything for themselves. Pound by pound we gained after gorging on “Hot’N’Spicy McChickens” we had gotten from the McDonalds conveniently placed right outside our neighborhood. The detrimental effects were also psychological. My dad was forced to get two jobs to support our family, which drastically reduced his ability and availability to interact with us. Whenever he came home, he had a weary look on his pace and was almost completely void of emotion. I was essentially free to roam and do whatever I had