People should learn to love one another
I grew up the youngest of 8 in California. In my house my brothers and sisters have all came from foster care, bad families, and unfavorable situations. I was adopted from birth into the warmest and most loving family one could have. With an average childhood, my family always tried to provide only the best for me while I was growing up. However, once I got to high school my parents went through the process of getting a divorce which caused a divide between me and my parents. Maybe this was the catalyst for how I began to carry myself at school as I became more aware that people were beginning to see me as “that angry girl.” On the outside my face was saying “go away” and my body language was barking at people to leave me alone. But on the inside, I wanted to be normal and like everyone else. I needed to stay strong in that tough time, which in turn made me tough. As I continued to grow up my mom continued to inspire me on a daily basis. She showed me how great of a parent she was by keeping me in good schools, keeping food on the table, and putting clothes on my back despite the restrictive financial situation the divorce put on her. Her undying love for everyone taught me that more than anything people should learn to love one another no matter what, and that even the smallest actions can carry the biggest connotations. In other words, as my mother has always told me, “A little can go a long way.” Now that I am an adult I am trying to change how people view me by fully embracing this ideology and turning the tides from being “that angry girl” to someone who is open and inviting, ready to accept new people into her life.
