Harvard University

I’ve been alone for three years now. My freshman year, my mother had to take a job as a live-in caregiver to make enough money to pay rent and other bills after my uncle got married and moved out. I was ecstatic. I could finally have the entire house to myself. I had imagined the countless hours on the PS4, nobody telling me to go to sleep or to go do my homework. I felt free. Unexpectedly, though, this freedom came at the expense of my childhood. To compensate for never being home, my mother called me three times a day. The first call would always be at 6:00 a.m, like clockwork. That was the…