<p>Essay topic: When have you discovered or imagined something entirely new? Tell us about it.</p>
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<pre><code> I have this vivid image somewhere among all the disorder in my head. I was eight years old. It was a typical December morning, cold, but not unbearable. That day however, something unexpected occurred. I recall two men knocking on the back door and my mother serenely approaching it, somewhat confounded. My father went outside with her, while I was oblivious to the gravity of the situation. After some time elapsed, my mom finally came inside. She told me good-bye and that she would be back later. She never did. The deportation of my mom separated my family, but I am now conscious that it has helped mold me, and discover an idea that I was not cognizant of.
My mom spent a month in jail and my dad would take my brother and me to visit her. I remember my conversations with her. They mostly consisted of me telling her how much I missed her. It is difficult for a child to be deprived of a parent, especially a mother. When my mom was sent back to Mexico, my brother, being only six, decided to go with her. I was left without my mother and my brother, but I still had my dad and a few friends, and I felt that those were sufficient. After a few years, I decided I wanted to live with my mom as well. I studied three years in Mexico, seventh through ninth grade, but most schools are not sufficiently rigorous. I felt I was regressing academically and decided to come back to North Carolina. Once I came back, I felt like an outsider, even if I did grow up here. The people were exceedingly different and I felt that I had no one to relate to. In Mexico, I attended two different schools and never had difficulty making friends or acquaintances, yet I could not understand why I was struggling here with the simple and inherent nature of humans to be sociable. I had never felt lonely in my life, not even after my mom's deportation, for I had good friends that supported me, but then, I felt surrounded by an agglomeration of people that I could not express myself with. I felt that my classmates were unappreciative of the opportunities they were given, for they too often complained about our high school and its “numerous” rules, and I knew that I did not want to associate myself with people with such apathetic and pessimistic attitudes.
During the first year that I returned, I felt misapprehended. I did not have anyone to share my struggles and problems with or anyone that would give me advice. Of course, I had my dad, but he works for most of the day. When I had the opportunity to, I would talk to him and any doleful emotions that I had would be alleviated, but it was not on a daily basis that I could converse with him. I had a lot of spare time, so I tried to use it productively. I dedicated that time to myself where I read books, played guitar, and meditated over the person that I was and the type of person that I wanted to be. Essentially, loneliness went from being something that was foreign to me, to something that I cherished. In my solitude I gave myself the consolation that no one else could give me, and that was when “it” hit me. “It” has become the source of my ideals and values. “It” is the idea that I am already an individual. Though it is pleasant to have others complement me, they are not necessary; they do not complete me.
I grew up for the most part without a mother or much a father due to his job, but this does not dishearten me. My isolation helped me reflect about myself. I discovered that I am different and that I do not need others to be happy, and that I must first learn to be content with myself. Maybe what I discovered is no novelty to anyone else, but I had never grasped that idea. I had to learn it on my own account without anyone transmitting it to me. As someone that is satisfied with oneself, I now accept my flaws, which grants me the opportunity to try to change and improve as a person, and to improve is to grow.
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