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Sabrina Borja Rocha

Mr. Kilduff

English 101

26 February 2023

Essay #1 : Daughter of An Immigrant

The person I’ve chosen for my essay is my mom. As a child, all I ever wanted to be was

my mom. She was the only parental figure in my life, so she was all I ever knew. I saw the world

so innocently that nothing and no one could ever change the way I viewed her. I was so attached

to her and never went through a phase where I ever felt embarrassed because of her.

To me, she was the most beautiful woman to ever exist. Her smile lit up the room when

she laughed and her curls bounced ever so effortlessly. The way I would become so happy when

people mentioned how much we looked alike. It’s almost as if she was a real life superwoman.

Knowing how much she sacrificed to immigrate to the United States inspired me. Everything I

did was for her. All my projects and/or essays throughout my entire education were always,

without a doubt, about her. Growing up, you start to open your eyes and understand more about

what is going on in your parents life and that’s where it all takes a turn.

In my younger teen years, my mom was extremely strict. I would get so upset and

annoyed because of the fact that she wouldn’t let me hangout with people who I thought were

my friends. She began to be so overbearing that there were times I wished she wasn’t my mom.

It’s like everytime we argued, another side of her came out and she would say things with the

intention of hurting me. I always thought to myself how unfair it was for all of my friends'

parents to let them go out or how unfair it was that they got some nice mothers. I eventually

forgave her for being overbearing because the world is so ugly and things can change for the
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worse very quickly. I look at my mom everyday, smile, then the hurtful memories just seem to

come back. I don’t seem to see her the same way I saw her when I was a child, but of course, the

love isn’t gone. The beauty is there and seems to peek through every now and then. It wasn’t

until just recently that a mothers love can not be compared to anything else in the world.

Although I still have a great relationship with my mom, the trust just seems to have left. I

seem to see her in a new way and I know what she’s capable of, but I do not think that that has

ever stopped me from loving her the way I do. After all the sacrifices she has made for me and

my siblings, I would not have it another way, even if that meant I had to listen to her project her

trauma onto me. Even though I have lost trust with her, I feel as if it has built a stronger bond

between us. My goal in life is still to make her proud. In conclusion, as corny as it sounds, their

is always ugliness behind the beauty.