Descriptive Essay About My Family

Decemeber 25th, 2016: A day filled with overly excited children and stressed out parents who are preparing for the events to come that day. After eagerly ripping through tons of wrapping paper that early morning, my family and I started our journey to the little town of Sobieski. The town may be extremely small and only have a population of less than two hundred people, but it is one of the most significant cities in my life. We soon arrived at my second home, my grandparent’s house, in the next half an hour.

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

My family is the most important thing to me in my life. We have gone through a lot of loss and trauma, and became stronger because of it.

I twist my fork into the pile of noodles right in front of me in the classiest way possible. I stuff the noodles in my mouth and I'm shocked. These are way better than I ever thought. I stuff even more noodles into my mouth. After five minutes of not so classy eating, I realize that I embarrassed myself in front of my relatives. I look down in embarrassment, but my aunt looks happy. Maybe I'm worrying too much about keeping up a good image in front of my own relatives. Why am I so nervous in front of them? That’s a dumb question because I already know why. Even though they're my biological family, I don't feel a connection to them.

A little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes stares out the window of her parents red Mazda Tribute.  As the Mazda comes to a stop, the little girl lays her eyes upon a big green-house with a sign out front that says, “Welcome to the Lake”. That blue-eyed girl was me ten years ago, and that big green-house was my grandparent’s lake house right after they purchased it. This was the first time I ever laid eyes on a home that now holds a special place in my heart. I have grown to love the lake house for three reasons; the lake provides me with a place to connect with my family, it’s a retreat from the outside world, and I have many different hobbies that involve the lake.

My family doesn’t come off as any different from the ordinary family, but to me we are all unique in our own weird ways. To start off, the youngest, is my brother Aiden. He takes a while to get used to. He’s very shy around people he doesn’t know, but is otherwise very outward towards his friends. He wants to know everything there is to know; yet he knows almost nothing. He is the typical little brother that will say inappropriate things about you at the least opportune time. I still manage to enjoy his presence for as long as my patience will let me. The second oldest, my sister Abigail, is a person that is worth getting to know. She cares about her friends sometimes more than she cares about herself. In terms of vice and virtue, it leans towards more vice for her wellbeing. She is determined to get what she wants, which is a good personality quality to have and is something that I admire her in. The oldest of my siblings, Alison, I don’t know a whole lot about. She’s only a half sister to me because my father is her father, but my mother is not her mother. What I do know of her is that she wants to be able to live life freely. She doesn’t like being constricted by rules and such. My father is a great man and someone that I strive to be better than. Most people want to be like their role model, but I am already too much like my father that it would kill my mother to be any closer to him. I want to have a family as well as the one he has and to have a wife that loves me no

Beaten, broken down, ramshackle, and vandalized. This is what you see now, an insignificant piece of architecture. I see a home my family spent more than 60 years in. It became my sanctuary. My father’s childhood home in San Luis Potosi, Mexico helped me embrace my Mexican culture because it was where I first tried authentic Mexican food, met my ethnic family, and saw so much change in my family’s life.

my family is a strange one to say the least, m ybrothers names is jacob hitt baldowski and he's a good brother, he can tell when im not in a good mood, he tries to get me into a better mood but it almost always leads to a fight where i end up getting hurt.

My first cats name was Justin Bieber. He was cream colored and fluffy and he had a sister named May-May. They were both pretty nice cats, I don’t remember them doing much. Then, my neighbor threatened to kill them if they kept sitting on his lawn chairs so that was the end of Justin and May-May. A majority of my childhood was pretty disappointing but not that disappointing.The household I grew up in was very secretive, for example my mom told me that my cats had just “left” rather than telling me that she gave them up to the ASPCA. I know she was trying to do what was best but, things like this always happen in the environment I grew up in.

I’d be lying if I said I never wished for a different name. I have been made fun of plenty of times for my name, Catty. But also on the other hand people have told that they think it’s cool they have a friend named Catty! My parents were going to name me Josephina and personally I love that name. But, my grandma did not like it, so they stuck with Catherine (Catty)-- and that’s how my name came to be!

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.

When I was five years old, my aunt was involved in a really severe car accident. The accident left her in a rehab for a couple of months so she could learn how to walk and do daily activities on her own again. I would always love to visit her every weekend. Being only five years old and not really knowing the main purpose of a hospital, I thought it was a fun and magical place. They had a colossal courtyard where my sisters, cousin, and me would play. They also had an indoor playground where other children my age could run away and play with too. Let’s not forget the amazing food they would serve us during lunch time. However, the whole image of a hospital for me was tainted due to one thing, the elevator.

As I was on my way home from Prime Music Festival in Lansing, it was night, and I was so relieved to almost be home. When I had got home, I planned on having a cookie, shower and a lot of rest. The weekend had been the most fun I have had in the longest time and I was exhausted. When I got home my mom was still up and I had been excited to tell her about the concerts I had seen. Sydney and I had danced all night long and made our way to the front of the stages. Sydney is my best friend, she is very outgoing, loud and tall, my favorite spunky blonde. The festival had been wild, people all over were dressed crazy and doing crazy things, some of the artists even blasted money off the stages and onto the crowd…wild. I couldn’t believe it when

I didn't think life could get much tougher than living on a reservation until I got sick. In my family everyone works, we have to in order to survive.

As any other kid all I wanted growing up was a family like the fairytales. A prince charming dad and princess as a mom ,but like always nothing is what it seems. Many people do not cherish family until some death or terminal illness occurs. I am going to talk about two major impacts in my life.