I am from a kind of a “ghetto” place.
By Wilson | From : Saint-Denis France | School : Suger High SchoolMy name is Wilson. I am 17 year old and I am from Capo Verde Islands. But my mom grew up in Portugal and she came to France when she was 24 years old and she learnt French alone with a book.
When I was 6 years old I was very small for my age like a 4-year old boy. Some day my mom went to see a doctor and the doctor said “It’s normal he will grow up later” So because I was little my mom and my brothers were very careful and loving with me.
I talk about my mom because my dad left my home when I was 5 years old and in my head I don’t have a father and I really don’t care about him. I saw this guy when I was 11 years old, but I didn’t speak too much with him and I didn’t keep in touch. But my big brother speaks about him more often than me, because he has more memories of him I suppose. When I was 14 years old I wanted to see my dad to learn how to play a music instrument, because my mom told me that he was a bass player (like a guitar). And when I went to his house with my mom we saw his wife and she told us that he went to jail. My mom was chocked and so was I a little. From this day on, I have not seen or called him.
When I was 7 years old my mom saw another doctor for my size and we went to hospital to do some exams and the results said that I had a hormonal problem, because my thyroid doesn’t work. So I have to do an injection every day at night and in the morning I will have to take a pill for the rest of my life.
When I was 9-10 years old my mom was pragnant and she was sick in the same time and she had to go to hospital for 1 week and she couldn’t take care of us because she was sick. She also couldn’t work so my big brother and me went in a foster family for 2 months or something. In this family, there were 2 teenegers like my brothers : one was a gifted adolescent goth and the other one a punk. This life experience was enriching for me and I grew up faster than my friends in high school.
I have a good relationship with my mom but when I say that I don’t want to be a christian because I don’t believe in god “their god” she doesn’t approve of this and she got me involved in church classes. I went 3 times and after that I didn’t go anymore. My mom was very angry but she accepted my decision but only 3 months later because it was hard to convince her.
My dream is to become a script-writer or a mangaka and to give a better life to my mom because I am from a kind of a “ghetto” place and not a good city in suburbian Paris. So I know I must work harder than a French white student if I want equal chances of success.