When I was asked to write a personal essay, I thought to myself what good things have happened in my life that I could write about. As I try to recall the past, I cannot really think of any. I could talk about how unimportant immigration is to me, or how I feel that a different colour of skin sometimes really does affect the way a person is. Then I think about the world around me and the people in my life that have had an influence on me. I now understand that it is the people in my life that have caused me to turn out the way I am, whether or not for good or bad.
My family has always made me feel unimportant and they end up leaving me lonely and depressed. I have always seemed to have enjoyed the fact that my mother moved out of the house, but it has actually upset me throughout the years. I will always remember the day I came home from school five years ago and into her empty bedroom. Sure, at the time I was overwhelmed with joy over my mother's departure because I was able to move into her more spacious bedroom. It did not take long for me to realize how big and empty the room felt knowing my mom would not step foot in it ever again. The enormous room once inhabited by my ungrateful mother eventually became as small as an empty peanut shell waiting to be cracked open. Over the years, as I would sit it my lonely peanut shell, I would always wonder what I did wrong to make her leave. I would always degrade myself for her actions and think that I was not living my life to its fullest potential. Every test I would ace, every report I would do amazing on never seemed good enough through the eyes of a child who made their mother leave his life. As for my father, he treats me like a king, but I do not give him any respect in return. He always gives me what I need and he lets me do whatever I want because he trusts me, then I in return treat him terribly. Sure, I love him and all, but I do not see past his annoying antics right away and I always talk back to him or just walk away from him.
