Autobiography
May 2, 2013
Autobiography
Anel Gonzalez
One cold and rainy day on March 19,1995 I was born. My mom named me Anel Arheli Gonzalez, to tell you the truth I don’t know where she get that from but I think is kind of cool. I was born in Mexico, City where I lived for eleven years, My mom left when I was four years old and I remember that she put me a white sweater with some red pant and told me to behave well and obey my dada and that she loved me. To be honest I don’t remember very well but my dada told me that’s what she said and, that’s all that I remember of her. Since I was very young I had many good memories of my dad, in the mornings I woved wake up with the smell of pine because he was moping the floor and he woved always tell me as he moped to wake up to take a shower; he woved make me shower in the morning ,but I’m glad he did that. Then he always had breakfast on the table. It woved always be cereal or my favorite; a tamale with atole, it was delicious. After eating he will take to school and when I came home he would take me out to eat because he wasn’t so good at cooking.
Then I’ll go with my cousins to play or just play at home or my brother will take me out with him and that happened every day. In the weekend we woved go out or he woved let me go with my grandma who I love very much she is like my mom. That was all I did until I was eleven. I remember that my dad walked in my room one afternoon and told me to get ready because tomorrow I was going with my mom. I wasn’t one of those kids that always cries or says,” why”, I just stood quietly and sad but got ready to go. The next day really early, I woke up and wrote a letter to my brother. I said I didn’t know anything but it was so painful for me to say goodbye. We took a cab and left for the airport. As I get to the line, my dad was very quiet and tense, he told me that when we get there woved be an aunt and husband and I needed to do what they say. I remember that I cried because he told me that I was only going by my self and that he couldn’t come with me. This was most painful memory that I had. When I got to the line they were real nice to me we got in to get checked we pass with out any trouble and I was quiet the whole trip because I didn’t knew them, the food and everything was so new to me and I didn’t like it very well. After three days of traveling I got to my mom where I remember that she was sitting on the stairs outside the house, she wanted me to be like the little girl that she left and give baths and dress me but to me it wasn’t normal at all. We kind of figured things out as the time passed. Now a year passed and I was in school leaning new things and having new friends which it was excited but difficult at the same time. My dad and brother wanted to come so they came. Everything was perfect we were happy, we woved go out the weekends and be together the whole week. My brother got tired of this life after seven months of being here since he was teen years older then me he coved make a choice so he left and because my mom worried so much my dad left too to take care of him. Now he is married and has a beautiful daughter but I don’t think he is happy with the person he chose.
That day and the res of them were the same go to school get back eat and play or watch TV. On June 8 2008 I meet Ricardo who now is my partner we went out we had good times and bad times. About a year and half, after we started dating ,I found out that I was pregnant everything went good no problems or difficulties. On June 9, 2012 my son Joctan Zabdiel Simental was born and let me tell you that day was the most beautiful day of my life. He is a great kid so lovely and so handsome. I was real lucky to have a boy like him until this day I only go to school and take care of my son be a mom and a wife, as well as student I would say that I’m happy with the life I have and I hope that in the future I can educate my son how he needs to be educated and be a role model for him and success in life as mom and make of my kid a good respectful man.
Autobiography
Anel Gonzalez
One cold and rainy day on March 19,1995 I was born. My mom named me Anel Arheli Gonzalez, to tell you the truth I don’t know where she get that from but I think is kind of cool. I was born in Mexico, City where I lived for eleven years, My mom left when I was four years old and I remember that she put me a white sweater with some red pant and told me to behave well and obey my dada and that she loved me. To be honest I don’t remember very well but my dada told me that’s what she said and, that’s all that I remember of her. Since I was very young I had many good memories of my dad, in the mornings I woved wake up with the smell of pine because he was moping the floor and he woved always tell me as he moped to wake up to take a shower; he woved make me shower in the morning ,but I’m glad he did that. Then he always had breakfast on the table. It woved always be cereal or my favorite; a tamale with atole, it was delicious. After eating he will take to school and when I came home he would take me out to eat because he wasn’t so good at cooking.
Then I’ll go with my cousins to play or just play at home or my brother will take me out with him and that happened every day. In the weekend we woved go out or he woved let me go with my grandma who I love very much she is like my mom. That was all I did until I was eleven. I remember that my dad walked in my room one afternoon and told me to get ready because tomorrow I was going with my mom. I wasn’t one of those kids that always cries or says,” why”, I just stood quietly and sad but got ready to go. The next day really early, I woke up and wrote a letter to my brother. I said I didn’t know anything but it was so painful for me to say goodbye. We took a cab and left for the airport. As I get to the line, my dad was very quiet and tense, he told me that when we get there woved be an aunt and husband and I needed to do what they say. I remember that I cried because he told me that I was only going by my self and that he couldn’t come with me. This was most painful memory that I had. When I got to the line they were real nice to me we got in to get checked we pass with out any trouble and I was quiet the whole trip because I didn’t knew them, the food and everything was so new to me and I didn’t like it very well. After three days of traveling I got to my mom where I remember that she was sitting on the stairs outside the house, she wanted me to be like the little girl that she left and give baths and dress me but to me it wasn’t normal at all. We kind of figured things out as the time passed. Now a year passed and I was in school leaning new things and having new friends which it was excited but difficult at the same time. My dad and brother wanted to come so they came. Everything was perfect we were happy, we woved go out the weekends and be together the whole week. My brother got tired of this life after seven months of being here since he was teen years older then me he coved make a choice so he left and because my mom worried so much my dad left too to take care of him. Now he is married and has a beautiful daughter but I don’t think he is happy with the person he chose.
That day and the res of them were the same go to school get back eat and play or watch TV. On June 8 2008 I meet Ricardo who now is my partner we went out we had good times and bad times. About a year and half, after we started dating ,I found out that I was pregnant everything went good no problems or difficulties. On June 9, 2012 my son Joctan Zabdiel Simental was born and let me tell you that day was the most beautiful day of my life. He is a great kid so lovely and so handsome. I was real lucky to have a boy like him until this day I only go to school and take care of my son be a mom and a wife, as well as student I would say that I’m happy with the life I have and I hope that in the future I can educate my son how he needs to be educated and be a role model for him and success in life as mom and make of my kid a good respectful man.