My Journey
My name is Hosanna Beatriz Palafox. I’m from a small town named Lindsay, California where everyone knows each other and about each other’s lives. Which here in Lindsay is known as “chisme”. I was born to Saul Palafox and Irma Palma on February 20, 1998 in Yakima, Washington. I’m the youngest of my siblings, which sometimes it can be a positive or negative thing. My mom has not only taken the role of a mother in my life, but also a father which isn’t something easy to do. I appreciate everything she does for me, because she went through hell and back and still managed to give my brother and me the best life she could give us. She has taught me that no matter how many obstacles you go through never give up in life, because there is a purpose for me in this world. My mom has gone through many sacrifices and I would like to show her that I truly appreciate everything she has done for me by attending a four year university and getting a career.
Since a very young age I have witnessed physical and verbal abuse in my family. Not only towards my mom, but brother as well. I remember feeling like I was betraying my mom, because I was too young to be able to help my mom get away from my “dad”. Witnessing my so called “dad” abuses my mom and brother grew a lot of hate and resentment towards him. Even though he didn’t physically abuse me he did it verbally, which brought me down. It caused my love for him to slowly disappear and made me go through depression. He was always in and out of my life so I can’t really say he was there for me and my brother. There was nights that I would ask myself,” why was I stuck with a dad like that”. My parents separated when I was in 8th grade. I remember I hated going back and forth from my mom’s to my dad’s house. Every time I would go to my dad’s house there would be arguments between both of them. I remember asking God, “What did I do wrong to be going through this?”. When I would go to my dad’s house I never felt welcomed by his girlfriend I also grew hate towards her. I thought she was the reason why my parents separated, but now that I realize everything, I’m happy because a weight has lifted off my shoulders.
During the process of my parents’ divorce I wrote a letter to the judge letting her know the reasons why I didn’t want to see my dad anymore. The judge asked him if he was okay with that and he said yes as long as he didn’t have to pay child support. It backfired on him he still had to pay child support, but lost custody over me. When I found out about what he said it made me feel worthless. There was nights I would cry myself to sleep asking myself, “What did I ever do wrong for him not to want to see me?”. It was tough for me to process it the first couple of months. I would cry out to my mom asking. “Am I that bad of a daughter that he doesn’t want anything to do with me?” If it wasn’t for my mom, aunt, and uncle I don’t know where I would be without all the love and support they have given me through the healing process of not having my “dad”.
Going through that in my life, it has open my eyes that no matter if they are blood, say they love you, and will never leave your side it doesn’t mean anything. If my own father can do that to me anyone can. My mom stood by my side and never let me down. She has done so much for me that I’m thankful God gave me her as a mother. My mom has taught me no one not even a man can put me down, because I’m worth more than that.
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