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.

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.

A mid-forty year old with the soul of a twenty-one-year-old, my aunt Kelly is a complex individual. Whenever she announces her visits, my cousins lock their doors and shut off their phones. Someone signals the rest of our family that Kelly is in the area. Living an hour away in Trenton, she checks in a few times a year. It’s not that my family hates her; she is the life of the party. However, Kelly is an outspoken woman with headstrong opinions and somewhat threatening mannerisms under the influence of alcohol. She is a handful to deal with.

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

I grew up in a very normal family with a mom, dad, one brother and three sisters. Since I’m the baby of the family, my mom stayed home until I started school. My mom worked in payroll and accounting, and my dad was a computer engineer. My brother is the oldest and did his best to tease all four younger sisters equally. He was very good at his “job”, but I knew he loved me because he opened doors for me and even braided my hair on occasion. My three older sisters watched out for me, especially my oldest sister; she became my second mom. My sisters fought a bit, but it wasn’t anything horrible or abnormal. We were a pretty happy family that did a lot of fun things together and were loved by our wonderful parents. At least that’s what I remembered, but there were times that I wondered if I was loved at all. Was I just the baby of five kids, five years younger than my closest sibling, and easily forgotten?

A home is a place where you have lived with your family for so long that it has, in a sense, become a part of you. It can be a structure, a neighborhood, a state or a country. In my case, when I think of home, I initially think of a building, my house. My home, however, is much more than just a house to me. It is also the place where I am always sure to find those I love most, my family. In a generation where there are so many broken homes, I am fortunate to live with and be raised by two parents, who still love each other. I have two older sisters, Sabreena and Trinity, and a dog, a poodle named Puffs. I live in a quaint, four bedroom house in a subdivision called Steeplechase in Avondale, Louisiana. My house is a place of safety and refuge. My neighborhood is full of friendly, familiar faces. I have been smiling, waiving and occasionally talking to these friends and acquaintances since we moved here when I was just two years old. Growing up in this environment has, I’m sure, contributed to certain character and personality traits, which have made me who I am today. I am ultimately a trusting individual, who is both friendly and hospitable.

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

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.

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

It was a sunny Friday afternoon in late August, my family and I were getting ready for my brother 's graduation. He was graduating from medical school, it had been a dream of his to become a doctor since the age of ten. As we rode in my parent 's car, I watched the smiles on my parents face appear, the wrinkles vanish and hopes of escaping their past. I heard my brother hum his favorite song as he always did when he was nervous. I watched the baby eagles fly away, through the window, leaving their mothers, transitioning into adulthood. Gazing at my brother it reminded me of when he was born. It was a beautiful sunny day here in Toronto, in the month of may. I was six years old, I had been woken up by grandma “ Sophia wake up” she called. I

Talking about family has different meanings for me. As life goes on, I have come to discover

“Family: a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household.” In 2017 we have several different types of families. In current times, single families are not the majority type of family. Stepfamilies and single families dominate. Luckily, I have been blessed with the fact that my parents are still together, making my family a “traditional” family. Of course my family has had a positive effect on me. They helped form me into the person I am today. Like every other family, we have our defects. In my house, we have five residents: My mother, my father, my sister, my niece, and myself. Everyone in my family tends to have many of the similar traits and personalities. I blame a majority of our personalities on our heritage

Every family has its calling. Some of these families calling are to farm or to travel the world. My family, on the other hand, feel that their reason they were placed on this earth is to help children who can’t help themselves. Children who have been mistreated by the people they call parents or the children who don’t have anyone to call family. John Ruskin was said, “Give a little love to a child, and get a great deal back.”

I have been fortunate enough to have grown up in a content and supportive family. My parents are still married, my grandparents, and even some great grandparents, survived to see me grow up, and I have a good relationship with my immediate and extended family. My family and my experiences with them have formed me into the person that I am today. Despite having an average, middle class, white picket fence life, my family is not as ordinary as they seem on the surface.