The person I choose to interview is someone very dear to me, my mother, she is a strong woman who taught me everything I know NOW. How to be an independent freshman in college, pay your bills, know how to cook, and even believe in myself no matter what. That's why I'm proud to call her my mother, admire her and strive to do my best to make her proud of me. Dechelle Carman, born September 17, 1968, grew up in a small town called Duffy Ohio. Where she grew up with her mother Barbra Beisle and father Dawny Beisle. She had gone to Hannible Elementary School for kindergarten through eighth grade, then to River High School for her freshman and sophomore years. As for her first year, she also had a job and a husband. two children, a boy and a girl. She remained a working woman while raising her children, while at work their father watched them or their grandmother did, but no matter who watched them, she can always come home to put her children to bed. “It was my favorite thing about coming home to see my kids after a long day,” she said. Having two children in school, working full time and a husband who was always on the road was difficult at times, but in some magical way, she got through it and always made it to the next day without a problem. After her son went to college and her daughter to high school, she decided she wanted to do more. She decided to become a phlebotomist. After work, she would go to St. Mary's to take classes to get her certification. After six long months of classes and a lot of hard work, she had achieved it. She had passed it. So, four days of the week she worked at the store and the other three days of the week she worked at the hospital. But by that time my dad had been laid off, so it was just her doing the bills for a long time while my dad looked for a job, so after four years of unemployment he worked odd jobs here and there, but nothing that lasted too long. After four long years of waiting, he had finally found a good job that supported my mother and the whole family, so for two out of four years, my mother had worked two jobs without a day off. “It was tough, but somehow I managed to come out on top for myself and for everyone else.” After these two years, the hospital had to make budget cuts and therefore got rid of most of the part-time employees. Unfortunately, my mother was laid off. “It was nice to have a little more money, but working every day was getting hard for me.” So for a year she returned to working at the store only four days a week, my father having a job again, both children working to pay for what they needed. Time had passed so quickly,