Price 1 Allison Price Mr. Reardon University of Holy Cross 5 September 2019 My Mentor For nineteen years, I thought I was above anything that influenced me or helped me grow up. I liked to believe that I raised myself since my childhood that was rather traumatizing. Growing up, my father was in and out of my life for the first seven years and my mother was borderline crazy. Raising three children practically alone is hard enough, but to add a mental illness and a compulsive disorder on top was the hoops she jumped through. To say that this was the only problem my family and I faced would have been a blessing. My siblings and I were raised under the middle-class lining, which my mother liked to use the excuse that there was no man by her side to help. As soon as I turned seven, my eldest brother, Ryan, soon grew out of the family home and went onto college. After this event, my world spiraled and am just now getting the hang of a “normal” life. During this time, while I was supposed to be playing in sandboxes and dressing Polly Pocket dolls, I had to learn how to cook and get myself to school. Raised with two older half brothers in the same house, Ryan and Cole, we grew to be so close that a DNA test could not separate us. We are each six years apart from one another. With this, we had the same mother, but not father. My brother’s father happened to commit suicide around the time Ryan was starting college. This was my first personal experience with death, which led to a handful more.
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