Carlos Geigel
Mrs. Tiermini
Comp 1-052
25 September 2014
My feelings then and my feelings now. I was born in Puerto Rico and came to the state of New York to one of the five boroughs the Bronx. I was raised by my two parents living in the community that I was living having two parents according to my friends was something cool or let’s say fortunate, most of all my friends did not know their father. So according to my friends it was cool to have two parents. What my friends did not know was that I was raised with no love and affection from nether parent I had a father who worked six days a week and worked 10-hour shifts. Saying that my father was barely home and my mother was a homemaker, my father did not know what was going on in the household he worked paid the bills, slept and back to work on his day off he slept most of the whole day. My mother in the other hand was the one who took care the house, did most the cooking, and was the disciplinary of the house. She also was a mother who did not show any affection and could have care less about how I felt or how I was doing in school. My mother was very strict and punishment was her only option to solve any wrong doing that I did which I need to mention I was doing something wrong never in my house hold was I credited for doing doing something right. Meaning if I did a good choice about a certain situation coming from my mother it was “you better had done the right choice.” It was nightmare always thinking if I did the right thing according to my mother’s standards. If not my mother’s punishment then, today would get her arrested charged with assault and sent to jail. I really do not need to tell you by detail exactly what were her tactics being used towards me to determine what exactly was the definition to my mother. I was sexually abused, verbally abused,