Childhood Memories: Protecting My Mother

Today in America, an estimated 80% of the population has at least one sibling. While it is true that no two families are identical, the relationship between siblings plays a central role in their development and growth. Younger siblings for example, might be prone to mimic the actions of their older siblings, viewing their older siblings as faultless and heroic figures. On the other hand, older siblings are often viewed as authority figures and are seldom questioned. They might develop as friends with an inseparable bond or as bitter rivals seeking supremacy over the others. Regardless of the nature of their relationship, siblings that share a household are forced to interact with each other more than any other friend or family member. Sibling

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

realized how much my mom meant to me before this incident. I recall waking up and uttering the word “mom”. I look around to find that I was lying on a bed covered in pink and blue floral designs. My favourite colours. But, the bright white walls immediately made me flinch. everything else was white. White walls, white carpet, white chairs. It was not at all what I was used to back in my room with my black covered

Before I came to Oaxaca, I had no idea what to expect. I knew very little about Mexico besides the typical stereotypes and some vague ideas about immigration, drug cartels, and Aztec pyramids. So my stay here in Oaxaca has most definitely been an eye-opening experience. Not only has Expediciones Sierra Norte allowed me to gain some much-needed experience in the field that I hope to work in some day, but I have also learned a lot about community structures and lifestyles that are alternative to the individualist, capitalist model that predominates in western industrialized society. More than anything, I’ve learned that Mexico is not a homogenous culture but an amalgamation of opposite ideas: old and new, tradition and modernity, indigenous

I come from a big extended family compared to your typical family. I have 14 aunts and uncles. In my immediate family, I am the middle child. I have an older sister who is is 21 and is a junior in college. My brother is 15 and a freshman in high school at Global Leadership Academy. I am currently a junior at the same high school.

The following months a winter, cold and gloomy, surrounded the house. My grandmother came to stay with us since my father had fallen into depression and needed help taking care of my sister and I. When my grandmother went grocery shopping my sister would struggle with homework without my grandmother’s help. One day when my grandmother left to go grocery shopping my sister approached me, which was unusual of her since its very rare for her to come to me. Her dark brown hair and big eyes reminded me of my self when I was younger. “I’m hungry” she complained, a question she’s never asked me. My father sleeping and my grandmother away, I was the only one left to take care of her and that terrified me. I had never cared for or known how to care for someone else. All I knew was how to evaluate whether or not someone was caring for another correctly.

Sometime, after a while, we came to a stop. We were in the railway car for about twenty-four hours. My legs were stiff from standing, but I wasn’t tired anymore. Luckily, I was able to fall asleep while standing. Daddy was right, I was able to rest. Others were not as fortunate as myself. My mother and siblings looked very tired. I looked to my mother, her face was overtaken by exhaustion, and her eyes were still red and puffy. I didn’t know my mother to be emotional, but right now that was all she

Other than myself, my family is comprised of two sisters, a mother, and a father. We share many characteristics,but we’re not identical. For example, we may share some physical similarities, but our personalities contradict quite a bit. We do live in the same house, so all our differences mesh. But, in the end, we get along pretty well. The members of my family have distinct qualities, so not all of them are the same.

It suddenly escalated. My father had my mother on the floor. He had slapped her and also begun to pull my mother by her braid. I closed my eyes and began to count.

After being away from my father for some time, I used to sit down with my mother and we’d talk about the violence that occurred when I was younger. I remember telling my mother that I was glad to be away from my father so that he wouldn’t hurt her anymore. My mother always told us that we should never allow anyone to mistreat or abuse us but we were somewhat confused because she continued to allow my father to treat her in that manner. The actions of my father had hardened my heart and I’d decided that I would never allow a man to hurt me, the way that my he had hurt my mother. I would defend myself no matter what.

As soon as I turned my back to the kitchen table, I, without any delay, felt tears roll down my cheeks and onto my shirt. I finished packing as fast as I could and prepared for the most awkward one-hour car ride of my life. I soon realized the reasoning behind the sudden trip to Wisconsin. As much as I just wanted to hide my tears in the comfort of a warm bath tub, I knew that the only way this day could end was in Wisconsin, an entire state away from from my father. The rest of the day would be to stress-inducing if our family spend the remaining hours all together. We had to leave. There was no true explanation from my mom as to why we were leaving for the weekend but both my Jill and I knew it was for the reason mentioned above. I rushed to be the first to the car. My sister and I typically fought for the front seat and the seat warmer but today was different and all I wanted to do was be alone with myself. I threw my bag into the backseat, climbed up to the seat, and rested my head on my the bag for a

As a child I remeber a day that my brother’s father put his hands on my mother. The visual pops up in my head sometimes and it just makes me know that if my mother can get through that I can get through anything. It was a bright day and I was preparing myself for school, I wasn’t no older that 12 at the time. My regular routine was done and I sat on the couch waiting for my mother walk out her bedroom door. I heard a little bit of bickering and arguing but I paid it no mind. Momment later my mother rushed out her room one arm through her jacket signaling for me to walk out the door. Before I grasp the door handle I hedard the gasp of my mothers voice and immediatly turned around to find my mom forced onto the couch by this big buff figure.

By 7th grade, my family had grown to include about 150 siblings along with all

It was a bone chilling January night; my mom received a call at about 11:15 PM, a call that changed my life forever. My Aunt June was on the other line. She was crying so hard my mother could barely understand her. Through the sobbing my mom finally understood that Brian, my cousin, had been in a horrible accident and she didn’t know how bad it was. My mother jumped out of the bed after she hung up the phone. She screamed up the stairs at my sister and me; it was a nerve shrilling scream. I could hear fear in her voice. My mom was always yelling at us growing up if we forgot to do something. She would even get us out of bed to finish something that wasn’t done completely. This particular

I am blessed and have been blessed since the day that I was born with many examples of life. I am the youngest of five so, I have seen the lives of my siblings unfold in front of me and this has taught me more about life than anything else. Each of my siblings has their own stories and troubles that they have lived thought and more than anything they have taught me how every person's life is different and you may come from the same place but your life can be vastly different. Of my siblings only two graduated regularly from High School my oldest brother, David, and my youngest older brother, Conor. While they are very similar in appearance and interests their lives form completely different paths after college David set out for South Korea for five years to teach English while Conor went to college forty minutes away. They each created their own lives and searched for meaning in their lives in their own way.