Being The Baby Of The Family

With my parents always working, certain responsibilities have fallen on me. When I was younger, this is something that wasn’t clear to me. Those expectations have really been there my whole life. They stem from my older sister who suffers from learning disabilities. Since my sister is not able to attend college, my parents expect me to work hard and do my best in achieving the best education possible. I believed that my sister was just like anybody else, so that led to me treating her like everybody else. Therefore, it was not clear to me why my mom always needed to rely on me instead of my older sister. That approach and thought was completely wrong, this would only lead to frustration for me, my sister and my mother. As I grew, I slowly began to understand, I learned how to approach my sister to avoid making her upset or angry. I know now that I have to speak slower and explain what I am saying when having a conversation with her so she can understand. I know that I must help her with any issue, instead of waving her off. My favorite moments with her are when she, at times, goes off on tangents and I can provide her the audience she needs to be able to express her

When I was 11 years old my life changed drastically. On October 11,2012 he was born. It was a happy but sad day. It was a sad day because Rhys was a twin and his twin Rion didn’t survive. We lost him during the 6 ½ month.Everyone came to the hospital, My grandmother, my aunt, My brothers and sisters. Rhys changed me a lot. I was headed down a wrong path to the point where I was making C’s in school, I was being very disrespectful, I would fight people and bully people outside of school.

Growing up I didn't have a lot of time to read, I did not grow up in a stable environment for children to thrive. When I was in the third grade my life would take a drastic turn into a downward direction. My mother whom I loved so much changed drastically, started locking us out of the house. Doing any type of homework was impossible to accomplish when you are stranded outside. Later that year my parents got a divorce. There was constant turmoil; my mother was now living with a man that would later become my stepfather. Their relationship was very toxic; at first my stepfather seemed charming, we traveled to places we have never been to before. After a couple of years, things changed, they couldn't manage their finances and we were constantly

My mother became depressed, my father became disabled, and my brother was skipping school. I continued going to school from eight until four, which was a big relief in my life because it made me forget the hard times. My grades slowly began to decline, as well as my motivation. I gave up many opportunities such as attending New York’s number one specialized high school. I recognized my mistakes and was able to identify my failure. School was not the only place where I lacked interest in because I also slowly started to push my friends away. As a young teenager, I did not think I would ever make it to college. I became frustrated at my parents because my life was ruined and it was all their fault.

I am the way I am because of my father, he drives me to get an education, and he wants me to be better than him. My dad constantly tells me “tell me who your friends are and I’ll tell you who you’re going to be.” This quote means significantly to me because when I was in 6th grade I would hang out with the wrong crowd, later when I was a freshman, I made new friends, better friends, and the ones that push me to strive. My mom is my rock, she struggles sometimes since she raised my brother and I alone, but she always finds a way to get us what we need for school and sports that we play in. I have this picture of my brother, my cousin, and I in front of our house when we first bought it, it’s been 17 years that I’ve been living in it. It may not be the nicest house, but its payed off and I have a roof over my head, to me that’s all that matters. My neighborhood is actually quiet, I have 3 neighbors that are nice people, when we go out of town they watch our house for

I was able to be myself and I felt free. With a few bucks in my pockets, I felt I could buy the clothes I wanted and those skinny jeans I saw at urban outfitters. I came home one day galvanized only to find ambulances outside my aunt's house and my mom on the stretcher bed. My mom has been ill and had an infection that ate her leg. Days I would come home and it smelled like rotting flesh it was her. I spent months with her after her amputation. One of the kids who 've met, she and her mother allowed me to stay at their home, but I was no longer a teen and her daughter who liked me was underage, but they were in need as I was, they had little money and 4 mouths to feed and had just found an advantageous paying job so I figured I help them for helping me. 4 mouths turned into five and I quickly realized I was being played not by the daughter, but by the mother and quickly left them alone and used wisdom, for I cannot help others until I help myself and they were too broken. I saved my money and got an apartment on my own. I take care of my mother who is now disabled and I am taking on the challenges of adulthood. I ride a 2-hour bus to work and back every day. I get up 4 o'clock in the morning and don't make it home until 8pm at night. I feel accomplished an 18-year-old with his own apartment, taking care of his mother, and I might not have a car...yet but it's so close I can taste

After turning age 18 and being sent out into the world of adulthood, I led a very reckless path. I was always the “good kid” when I was young, the teacher’s pet, the boy who every parent wanted their child to be. However, in late adolescence, something changed, that I couldn’t control.

It is a popular belief that children are bound to the same path that their parents have been down. As a result, being the daughter of two Haitian parents, neither of whom have secondary education, and moved to the United States in the hope of a better life this was a belief placed on me. Throughout my high school career, I have faced obstacles both big and small. One barrier I faced was going into my junior year. Going into my junior year I noticed my dad was home a lot more than usual, but I never questioned it. After a couple of weeks, my mother sat me down and told me he lost his job. At first, when she told me this it didn’t seem like a problem to me. I just thought he would put in more applications get hired and things would turn back

I’ve had to learn how to grow up quickly. I wasn’t a little girl thinking about playing outside anymore, I was a little girl thinking of the future, when and how I would see my mom again. My maturity level was well beyond that of my peers. While little girls had their moms to turn to with difficult situations, such as dealing with puberty and boys, I learned how to deal with these situations on my own. Growing up with a hardened Marine as a father, there was no “rainbows and butterflies” associated with hard times; I learned that growing up meant I had to think for myself. I had to rely on only my instincts and my adolescent perception of life. Although this made for a perpetual series of ups and downs, I was able to pave a clear path to bring me right where I am today, at peace with myself and grateful for what the situation has taught

A multitude of events have affected my life, but not all of them have been accomplishments, some have been hardships that have changed my character greatly. When I was fourteen, just a few days after Christmas, my father collapsed at work and was rushed to the hospital. There, doctors discovered that he had a brain tumor which had been pressing on his brain stem, ultimately leading to his seizure. Over the past few years, he has gone through a cycle of treatment and remission, all the while experiencing a steep decline in mental health. With everything my parents were going through, I found myself being forced into adulthood much faster than I ever anticipated, before I even had a driver’s license. Instead of worrying about midterms, I found

She told me I needed to be the man of the house despite the fact, I was the second oldest. My older brother continued to struggle and get in trouble as he wrestled with his own demons. I didn’t have the luxury of doing what I wanted. I dropped many extra-curricular activities so I could be home to help my siblings with homework and dinner. Even to the extent that my going away to college was simply to encourage them to do the same when they finished high school.

By the age of 10 Jessica was the only one living at home with her parents. She grew up almost as an only child, but she felt like she had to compete for attention once her nephew was born when she was 6. Jessica remembers being “daddy’s little girl” when she was about 4 or 5, but later on her relationship with her father grew apart. She cannot recall the exact age or reason her relationship with her father became distant and her relationship with her mother grew closer. Jessica grew up witnessing domestic violence and her father a recovering alcoholic drinking on occasions and getting into arguments with her mother.

“For Better For Worse” is a short story detailing the blurred familial lines between financially supporting someone and legitimately supporting them. It also shows how the harms of having a weak parental figure can harm a child. To employ these themes, the story uses selection of detail, allusions, and symbols.

There’s a lot we can learn from the stories of our past – if we tell them in such way that enables us to hear what they really have to say. This holds true with me and my life. To put it simply, the life I’ve lived up to this point has been nothing short of a beautiful (and bumpy) roller coaster ride! As I have grown up there have been many factors that have influenced me to take on or do certain things. These things, plus some of my individual choices, have contributed into what’s made me who I am today. And with that, I’m happy to say for this moment in time, I’m satisfied with the person I am and the path I’m taking.

If we talk about Christianity point of view Holy bible lays down “Wives submit yourself into your own husbands as unto the Lord.”