Common app admissions essay
Power of adversity
Growing up in Harlem was not a simple thing. Despite that, it is located in London; my dreams have always been to live in Mexico. Since my mother passed away, I felt to write my autobiography in a drama form and be acted in Mexico due to its developed acting scenarios. My mother was the sole breadwinner after my father suffered from a stroke caused by depression, which later led to his death. This happened when I was seven years old. However, I was still very young, and I was not aware of what happened to him. I only realized that the family was going through hard circumstances when I saw my mother, my elder brother, and our neighbors crying.
At the age of 11, I was old enough to understand things that were taking place in society. My mother used to wake early, prepare our breakfast, and take us to school. After that, she did manual work for the white people in the locality since they were rich. In school, my brother and I were always segregated. The white children did not allow us to share anything nor even play with them. The issues became worse since I was not brilliant academically. However, every evening, my mother could encourage me that I should not give up. At the age of 13, my mother started developing health complications, a challenge that made us miss school from time to time. However, at this time, I had significantly improved in my academics. This prompted the school director to sponsor my studies. Regardless of easing my mother’s pain of paying my tuition fee, her health conditions became a nightmare in the family.
Our lives moved from hard to tragic since my mother could not manage to go for manual work to cater for our meals. As a result, in most cases, we could go to school without meals. Her health issues too worsened, causing too much stress. I remember someday during the geography lesson; the teacher had to send me out of class because of yawning and sleeping. Since I was a student on a scholarship program, this became disciplinary action causing its withdrawal. This marked the beginning of despair. On learning of my scholarship withdrawal, my mother developed a stroke, which took ten years before she died. During this period, my brother had to quit school to look for employment to sustain our family. Since we were almost of the same age, we had to plan on taking care of our mum and searching for work. Since my brother was older than me, we agreed that I was the one to take care of my mother while he did manual duties in the community to cater for our daily needs. Staying at home and nursing my mother was painful. Cleaning and feeding her brought immense pain in my heart. During my free time, I could write poems, short stories, and plays expressing the hard journey we have been going through. Her death was the only thing that reminded me of the long ten years in which I had been nursing and performing creative writing. Our municipal council helped us in giving her the respectable send-off in which she deserved. Despite somber mood, it brought a complete change of my circumstance. The man who had sponsored my education was present. I was able to approach him and shared my painful endeavors. Our conversation bored fruits since he was able to sponsor my education to Mexico academy for artists. While in Mexico, I have been able to share my creative art, and it has receiv.ed various commendations. I am feeling happy because I know it can inspire humanity