Descriptive Essay About My Family

I grew up with both of my parents and three siblings, my family is extremely close, so close that everyone needs a break from one another from time to time. My family is far from perfect, I am not the oldest child but I always took on that role as being the oldest sibling. The one who watches my two younger siblings when both of my parents weren’t home. My older brother Aubrey was supposed to be the one who watched over us but he never did. He spent his days locked away in his room, or nat at the house at all. Taking on the role of almost a mother figure to my younger siblings was difficult. I had to learn to be selfless and not just think for myself at an early age. When my mom didn’t come home till after twelve to escape my dads drunkness or my dad was laying out drunk in the bedroom. I was the one who fed my little brother and sister. I was the one who cleaned up the room the three of us shared. I was the one who helped them with their homework, who did my little sister's hair. I didn’t realize how much mature I became because of this responsibility till I was in high school and was referred to as Mom by the basketball team. I’ve always thought that I was the same as any teen immature, reckless, and carefree. That wasn’t the case at all I had many responsibilities like babysitting my siblings,washing and folding our clothes, making sure they get their chores done. I did this because I knew my father drank because of our financial situation, not being able to pay the

Throughout my high school years, I tend to be a very hard worker. When given an assignment or project, I do not like to procrastinate and wait till the night before it is due to work on it. I like to be organized with my schedule and plan to work on assignments a few days before they’re due so I can double and triple check the work and turn it in with little to no errors. Sometimes I can be forgetful because I am human so I am forced to work on some assignments the night before, but I make sure the assignments I am given are completed. I am also known to be very picky on my likes and don’t likes so it’s harder for me to make decisions by myself compared to when I am around my peers. Needless to say, my family and friends are considered to be a big part of my life since I tend to be around them the most.

Anybody who knows me, knows that my family situation is pretty crazy. Just describing my immediate family sometimes baffles people and leads me into having to explain in more detail the constitution of my family. For starters, My mother came from the Philippines and my Dad is currently 77. Let’s dive into the details of my family.

A few months ago, at family prayer my grandfather was having trouble with his leg and he was limping. My uncle decided to ask if we wanted to pray for him. All the kids got around my grandpa, and we put our hands on him and we prayed about his leg. When he got up his leg was still bugging him. After prayer my grandparents went home and went to bed. The next week, my grandma told us that after we prayed last week, they went home and went to bed, but the next morning he was walking perfectly, without a limp. That was one of the blessings that my family experienced this past year.

My family migrated from Buffalo, New York to Dearborn, Michigan in 1993, one year before I was born. My father’s family lives in upstate New York, we visit often. My grandmother passed away before I was born, so I never got the chance to meet her. When we usually visit we would go see my grandfather, Kassem. We called Kassem gido, which is grandfather in Arabic. My father and I would stay at gido’s house when we would go to New York. We would stay the weekends during the school year, and about five days during the summer months.

“Wake up kids!” my mom exclaimed her words dragging me off the bed and into the shower. I jumped back as the sharp cold water pierced the skin on my chest, a stream of “wake up” filled my body immediately. We woke up earlier than usual, which would probably be the usual for other families, my family was already dressed and downstairs ready to go to our friends family reunion. I threw on a faded shirt and a worn pair of jeans, they were old and i was wearing them, and headed down the stairs and into my mom’s grey minivan.

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.

My family and I are all Catholic. I owe a lot of my values and love and character to my faith. Faith is so important for all of my family members. Ve base all of our family values and what we do off of God and the teaching of the faith. From my parents, to my cousins, to my grandparents, faith is the cornerstone of out life. To be initiated into my Catholic faith, I was Baptized. I was Baptized in October 29, 2006 at St. Anselm Church in San Anselmo. This was a big celebration for my and all of my family and close family friends were invited for this special day. I don’t remember much from this day, but I know I was very well behaved, wink, wink! The atmosphere was amazing. The fact that I was going to become a part of the Catholic Church was a big deal for all of my family and friends. I had two Godfathers when I was baptized. One of them was our good family friend, Loic. I am so grateful that he my Godfather because he is always there, and I am so happy that he is close to our family. My other Godfather was my my uncle, Chuck. He had always been the best joke teller, but he is also a very important part of my extended family. I am so grateful that both of these guys became my Godparents.

When I was sixteen years old, I realized I was similar to my brother, Jason. I always thought that one of us, or maybe both of us, had been adopted. We look nothing like the rest of our family and nothing like each other. He is tall and I am short; he has dark skin and I have white skin; he has brown hair and brown eyes and I have blonde hair and blue eyes. From these differences, we are really quite similar. We both share a unique similar bond that helps trick people in thinking we are one in the same. On a typical Friday afternoon, my mom thought Jason said “hello” when he walked in the front door but in reality, it was me.

My mom comes in late at night, hiding something in her front pocket. She shelters this unknown object as if it’s a secret only she can know. She stares my father in the eyes and expresses how this is a gift from god, and he certainly can’t get mad at her for it. He sighs with the look of “what have you done now,” plastered on his face. She reveals the secret to her family by taking her arms away from the pocket. Suddenly a furry creature pops its head out to look at his new world. She laid him on the floor and he started sniffing around his forever home. Little did we know that this dog would be the best thing to happen to this family. This puppy would become more than just a friend, he’d become part of the family. He taught our family true happiness, loyalty and love.

I most strongly identify with two cultural groups: Judaism and women. This is because I live as a Jewish woman every day. My family is also a part of the Jewish faith. In our family, we value honesty, dedication, and generosity. I have learned that with these values I am a better person. I grew up in an upper – middle class family in North Carolina. My parents believe in hard work and being successful and genuine in everything you do. My ancestors all came from Eastern Russia, but were kicked out because of their religious views. During World War II people of the Jewish faith were forced out of their homes and sent to concentration camps. But, my family was lucky and escaped Eastern Russia. The primary race of my family is Caucasian and the language spoken is English. However, my grandparents on both sides speak Yiddish when they are not around me and my siblings. Unfortunately, I cannot understand anything they are saying, but feel connected to the language because of my faith. My relationship to Yiddish is similar to people’s relationships with the smell of Christmas trees. When I hear it, I feel at home and when people smell Christmas trees they feel connected with the holiday of Christmas.

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

Family is a truly special thing. Essentially, what makes a family so unique is that unification of a group of individuals with so many variant characteristics. In fact, each and every one of our unique relatives, in their own individual way, contributes to that extraordinary bond that families share. Our blood may define family, but it’s those unique relationships: like the one with the controlling grandmother, that crazy aunt, or even that inappropriately laid back uncle, that genuinely gives family a special sense of belonging.

As I open the door and enter into my house after a long day of school, I sit down on the couch, all the sudden I hear the door open again, my mom walks in and exclaims “pack your bags we’re going to Lake Winnipesaukee”. My extended family begins the journey up there as well. Everyone packs a bags into the car and we are off to spend the week up on the lake.

The summer with Nana went by really fast. I thought it couldn’t go any faster until I met Emma. Nana took me over to her house, which was a few houses down. We both share many of the same interests and love to play together. On the day we meet we both knew right away that we would be great friends.