Argumentative Essay About My Family

My family is a very sad, complicated story to tell. My father doesn’t care if we are equal or not. He will not believe us in any way if we try to tell him the truth. My father is a very selfish person and does not like to share his money with the rest of our family, but he will go out with his friends and spend as much money as he wants with them. He does not treat my sisters and I as if we

Family history is very important to an individual. By knowing where you come from, you can have a better perspective of your life. Having a clear understanding of your family background allows you to better appreciate the things that you would normally take for granted. The house, the car, and the average clothing may look better when one sees the sacrifices their family has made. They will see that their family has worked very hard just so their family can experience the better things in life. A persons roots and origin is one of the most important things to explore. It alone can bring you closer to self-discovery.

Have you ever been stereotyped? Does it cause you to doubt your own identity? I have been anticipating for this day to arise. At this moment, you’re getting older and are beginning to gather new and old memories from your past. You might not fully be able to comprehend the reasoning for this letter, but I am confident that after you complete reading this letter, it will help you prepare for the challenges that come with being an adoptive kid. There will be numerous moments that society will attempt to categorize you, solely for experiencing a different life. As a result of being adopted, people have been for years, labeling you. However, my intention for this letter is to notify you that you will be stereotyped simply due to your past. Society will assume that you will become a problem child and you will have a low chance at exceeding in life. Due to being abandoned early in life, you will come with a great deal of baggage. Because of this, it’s necessary for you to remain positive, communicate your feelings, and seek support.

When I hear the word family, I think of people who are are blood related, the people you live with, and the people you see all the time. They provide for you and embarrass you. People are also family, even if they aren’t blood related, but are there for you no matter what and they mean everything to you. Family is always by your side when you need them. People hear family and think about parents, I hear family and think about my parents, aunts, cousins, friends, and my karate family. They are all so important to me and I don’t know what I would do without them. On the other hand, Romeo and Juliet displayed family in an interesting way. When Juliet said she didn’t want to marry Paris, her mother said she would disown her if she didn’t do

My family is friendly and welcoming when interacting with other people. My cousin who has been living with his Turkish girlfriend for more than 5 years got engaged. The girlfriend’s parents came to our house to meet the rest of the family. On that day, my aunts cooked the finest dish and the house was basically clean and with some bouquets of flowers. Her parents were so delighted on how close my family is and we instantly created a special familial bound with people that we meet for the first time. My family and I have a strong bond, we are always there for another in any situation. I live in Cambria Heights; my neighborhood is full of Caribbean people especially Haitians. If we are talking to someone and we see that they are Haitians, we constantly speak Creole with them rather than talking in a foreign language.

Did you know the name Keller is actually a german word for cellar or basement? Although the origin of the name is not usually common knowledge, the name Keller is a pretty big name in the Tongue River Valley where I have resided the past 4 years of my life. For generations, the Kellers have built houses, preached the gospel, raised children, and made lifelong friendships in this small town. Having this already established connection with the community and it’s residents is such a blessing, yet I’ve discovered that it can also have some faults. The past year, I have pushed myself to become more independent and socialize outside of the comfort zone that my family has established for me.

I consider myself very lucky based off the childhood I had, but, that doesn't mean everything was outstanding for me. I've had uncountable ups and downs, i've had friends that have come and gone, and school was definitely no ride for me. One thing I have had ever since I was a baby, is a one of a kind family, and I can guarantee you no one has one like this. My family is definitely not small in any means, one thing that makes this family so special is that we are not biologically related but related through putting our faith in Jesus Christ. We are one as a whole, but, the one thats had the major impact on me is our smaller family, and that small family would be none other than my church family.

Let me describe the members of my family a little bit so you can get the gist of who I was dealing with. My mom: never tells the truth and never takes blame, my dad: screams a lot, Aunt Cindy: depressed and has really bad makeup, Uncle Chris: has three great dogs but loves Trump and once called me a Social Justice Warrior, and my grandma: makes good spaghetti. So, when we’re all in one room, It’s hell. Constant fighting over who’s better than who, who has the most money, who does whatever better than the next person. Over the years the constant screaming has really forced me to become a really annoyed turtle; I live my whole life in my shell and I ignore everyone.

When I first saw this sidewalk it reminded me of the town I moved here from, then looking closer at the details around it I realized that the image itself represents me and my family as a whole. I grew up in a small town in West Virginia, my family and I lived in a trailer park on a road called grapevine. It was just me, my older sister, my mother, and my father for about four years, then on halloween of 2006 my younger sister was born. Living in a small house with only two rooms and no other options, we had to put the crib in the closet of my mother’s room. Crime in West Virginia has always been bad. One night while we were all asleep someone shattered the window in the living room broke in and stole our xbox and television. Living in the trailer park with the baby proved to be more dangerous with people constantly moving in and out. People kept breaking in, someone even climbed in through the window of my room. We were all scared and my father was losing his mind with anger, he even punched a hole straight through the ceiling. Then we finally had enough of all the break ins, so we moved in with my grandmother down the road.

I knew from a young age that my family was what one would call, special. This “special” was my normal and my normal was no one else’s normal. Not a day has gone by that I have not been thankful for my Dad and his brothers, they have hard exteriors, but they’re mush on the inside. They are “professional idiots” my Mom would always say.

My family? You actually want to use these few minutes to read about my family? Well, let me just say one thing: we are all so, very different. So, making connections is easier said than done. Yet, I have made a few crucial connections with my cousin Hayley, my cousin P.J., and my mother.

Intro: No one on this earth is created equally. If everyone was the same, Would we get along? No. Our Differences as humans cause us to create a discussion with other people, and get to know each other better through conversation. Also, understanding and respecting other people helps us grow .If we were all the same there would be nothing to learn about other people. We wouldn’t make friends. Finding something in common with someone creates a special bond because not everyone has that in common. Everybody has their own interests, preferences, and character traits. Not even twins are the same people, even though they are identical they develop their own interests. Nobody in this world is just like me, and nobody ever will be.

I am unique in many ways and this due to the many influences in my life. What makes me so unique is my family background, my personality, and my everyday experiences.

When I was 14 years old I realized that I was adopted. Although my brother looks a lot like me, there is no way that we are related in anyway. He is so short and we always argue. My sister also argues with me all the time and she is too selfish. Also my mother is too nice to share my blood and my father is to judgemental. I just pretend that I don’t have any idea that I was adopted and act clueless. Everyday my brother has grown more distant from me. My whole family is like this but my brother is the biggest giveaway. One time I told my mother: “I need my birth certificate for the field trip at school” and she replied, “Honey you cannot go on the trip, I’ll worry about you.” After this event I did a little investigating on my own and found that there was no record of my birth. I finally realized that my family knew I was not apart of the family.

No one can’t meet a family like mine’s. My family is well diversified. Every family member plays an important role in all my family’s lives. In my family, there are four people: my father, my mother, my little brother and me. My father is one who brings money home and is also responsible for organizing and planning family trips. My mother is the one who is in charge for making meals and makes sure everyone eats at the appropriate times. My little brother is the pet of the family. He actually doesn’t have any responsibilities, for he’s the pet. I am the rock of support in my family. I always go beyond my parents’ expectations. I also support my younger cousins and little brother, by being a role model that they can look up to. Another