justin
Reflective essay
As I was growing up my relations was pretty good with my mom, but not as good with my brothers dad. I lived with my brothers dad pretty much my whole life, I don’t remember living without him around. We lived in the city for a little while, then we moved out to my farm. On the farm I didn’t really interact with my mom too much. Sure I’d go in and eat supper and she would put me to sleep. But we didn’t really play games together or anything, we did a few times but not very much.
As I grew up on the farm we kind of got further and further away from each other. And then when my brother was born it even got further apart. I played with my brother when I was younger but I got jealous of him because he was the youngest and my mom seemed like she liked him more. Then after a while of my mom and my brothers dad not getting along we finally moved.
We moved to Radisson because that is where my grandma was living. Grandma was my favorite person in the world so I would pretty much live there. I would go home for a few days at a time because we were only a block away. I would still talk and see my mom but we never did any activities together. So in all I love my mom but don’t have a super strong relationship with here, I don’t like talking about things to just about no one. And I’m 16 now and there isn’t really any way to “hang with your mom” its just a little weird.