Light at the End of the Tunnel
When I first moved to California, we were moving to a new state and we were living with my grandpa in his condo until we could buy a house. So the 7 of us lives in a three bedroom condo, meaning I shared a bunk with both my brother and my sister. Which wasn’t all that terrible, but rough because we didn’t always get along perfectly. Not long after we moved, my dad was diagnosed with brain cancer. This was a very hard time in my life because I was worried about what would happen and how we would all recover from this. During this time, my family struggled financially due to my dad being out of work and working with a new city in Southern California. We were forced to declare bankruptcy to help us get back on track. I kept telling myself that there is always light at the end of the tunnel and I could just hold my breath until we saw the light. After all of the scariness, my dad, the incredible person he is, managed to overcome this obstacle and he was cancer free. He still struggled with certain tasks but we knew he would come back better than ever. My dad is a huge inspiration to me. I feel like this time in my life has made me a better person and I’m grateful to be in this incredible family who has worked so hard that now we are living in our own beautiful home and my two oldest siblings have jobs and go to college out of state. There is always light at the end of the tunnel and things will get better!