“I believe in America.” In both happy moments and sad, my dad would echo these words to me. He would follow up by reminding me that I would one day appreciate the expression from The Godfather when I become older. Surprisingly, he was right. …show more content…
However, America was not the haven my family expected it to be. My family was plagued with personal and financial hardships. After multiple job losses, my father fell into a very deep depression, plunged even deeper into a dependence on alcohol and prescription drugs. There was no hope for recovery. My father’s addictions put a tremendous strain on our family and by the time I was eight-years-old, I watched my parents fall out of love. Even as a child, it was evident to me that my mother’s stress was that of holding the weight of the world on one’s