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I’m a nice person, but sometimes I’m bad to people

By Jenny St Victor  |   From : Haiti  |   School : Glades Central High School (FL)

My name is Jenny, and I’m from Port-au-Prince in Haiti. I’m Haitian, I was born on Oct 3, 2000; I’m 17 year old. I’m a junior in 11th grade. My goal is to graduate from Glades Central Community High School and get my diploma. I’m a nice person, but sometimes I’m bad to people though I love people. An example of this is when people want to talk to me, and sometimes I just don’t want to talk to them.  I just stay by myself, and maybe the people feel I’m not a good friend. I love school, and I love my family. I remember when I was in Haiti, my mom and I were living together in my dad’s house. My mom is not a rich person, and she doesn’t have good relationships with men. She always gets the bad men. My mom had six kids; three from my dad and three from my stepfather. She only has one boy from my stepfather, but he’s just a little boy. I loved living with my mom, but she never had chance of being successful in her activities like selling things. Those things always failed, because any money she made had to go into feeding our family instead of building her business. When I was in Haiti I always thought that my dad would be the man of my mom’s dreams, but that didn’t come true, but I always dreaming that my dad would be marry my mom. I did want them to be together, but that didn’t come true; one day I heard that my dad had married another woman in the United States. I thought what I was hearing was crazy, because I didn’t want him to marry another woman. I was so sad. Now he has left my mom forever; he never talks to her. When he first returned to Haiti in 2013, my mom was sitting on the balcony of my dad’s house, and she stood up to tell him hi.  He told my mom to stay away from him.  I was very sad, because I didn’t want my dad speaking to my mom that way. The second time he went to Haiti, he told me that I had to leave my mom. I didn’t want to leave, because I love my mom and my other siblings. Even though sometimes we didn’t have anything to eat, when I was with my mom, she always found a way to gives us something. She was always crying and thinking about us; she loves all of her kids. Sometimes my sister says that I don’t love my mom, but I do love her so much. I love her more than my dad; I can tell you that.  I  hate my dad little, because he should not have left my mom when I was 5 years old. I don’t know if I’m right to hate him. He takes better care of other women than his wife. I really hate him for that. My mom has told us her story.  When she was with my dad, he was a crazy man; he always beat my mom for no reason. I really hate him. Now that I have come to the United States nothing is different.  He is still the same person; he has never changed. He still takes care of women other than his wife. He doesn’t care about us;  when we ask him for something he’s says, “Y’all always need something; I need my money to do my things. I can’t give it to you.”  Sometimes I feel like I want to die, because my place is not here.  A dad can’t be like this. That’s why I hate him. He doesn’t even like to go to church; that man is very bad. I love my mom with all of my heart; she’s a good mother. My dad may have some good but not like my mom. Sometimes I get mad, and I don’t want to stay in world because I don’t see anything good. I always pray to God to protect me, and give me a good life and a good education. I believe God will allow me to reach the goals I want and give me the opportunities I need. That’s all of my story.     

 

                                                                                                        

 

     

 

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