Portraits of a Reason
Portraits of a Reason
When I was little I lived in a poor neighborhood in the south side of San Antonio. I lived with my mom, my sister, and my grandpa and Grandpa. I really never had I father figure in my life except my four Uncles who had all been prison for a couple of years. My biological father left us when we were small and I haven’t seen him in 1year since last year but before that it was like 14 years of my life that I haven’t seen him.
Then I was about six years old when I met my stepfather he was studying to be a doctor and worked at a clinic with my mom. Then the got married when I was just about to turn seven. My new dad Homar J. Bartra
But I still lived at my grandma house. He moved us to a subdivision in San Marcus he studied there for about six months then we moved to Chicago, Illinois were we lived there for three years where he did his internship at Michael Reeves Hospital.
I remember one time when I was in school and I note came for my sister and I. We went outside and thought something was wrong but nothing was wrong. We arrived at a stadium where about millions of people there but there was actually a couple of thousand. He had got us floor set center court to a NBA final championship game between the bulls and the supersonics. Where the bulls won there 3rd championship in a row. After the game we went to eat and play miniature golf. The next day we went to the parade they had for them. I got all the teams autographs and took a picture with the one and the only Michael Jordan
It was one of the best days of my life.
Then we moved out of the windy city and moved here to New Braunfels and I have been here 6 years now my dad has been working in his own office in San Marcus. When we moved he told me to look head of this you get to start over again in a new town. He also told me to think positive to the future and what I will become. I have recently got my drivers license and I remember this like it was yesterday. I...