Descriptive Essay About My Family

The world was soft and warm. There were sweet voices and bright colors that surrounded me, begging for comfort. I lay with my small body swaddled in a blanket, resting on a soft green sofa. My head propped up on a plump pillow facing the fireplace. The sound of the sweet voice in my ears and the smooth blanket eased my aching. My brain pulsed behind my eyelids with every movement. My bones were stiff and sharp, but still gave me the urge to move them awake again. I arch my back and widened my arms, my fingers outstretched to the room. My hand falls on something wet and cold. I grasp it and am met with a hot slimey tongue over my fingers; a greeting. I turn to meet the wide brown eyes of my companion, the one who refused to leave my side from the beginning of my harsh fever. He whined and laid his jaw on my belly, still not taking his big eyes off me.

As everything was progressing forward, my parents relationship was taking a turn for the worse. It seemed like they were complaining about each other a lot more. I didn’t understand it. They never really complained about each other before. All of a sudden they just started yelling about how much they couldn’t stand each other. I would usually defend the other parent and say that they shouldn't talk about each other in front of me. I became very irritating. It reminded me of a part in The Glass Castle. There is a part where Jeanette’s parents fight for a long time. They fight all through the night and into the next morning. It was like that except in an indirect sort of way. I became more irritated. Why did my parents resent each other so much? They had been married for many years and had three

Have you ever experienced a phase in your life that brought conflict between you and your parents? Admit it, even the best relationship between parents and their child can be complicated at times, for a number of reasons. Personally, I went through a lot of situations with my parents throughout my life that caused our relationship to be complicated at times. These conflicts can either cause a short period of a complicated relationship, or it can be a lifetime problem that destroies the relationship. Like some of the stories we read this semester, we’re going to talk about each character’s experience, where parents and children often have complicated relationship.

Through the course of my pre-pubescent years, my mother and father would always argue. The fighting was not so frequent at first, but it eventually was a daily occurrence. The arguments were so intense and rapid that I could not comprehend what they were arguing about. We, as a family, would not genuinely do anything together anymore. As a result, I spent a

Thinking back to around the time I had just turned five, I didn’t remember much arguing between my parents. My dad always went to bed really early so he could get a good night's sleep before he had to wake up the next morning for work and every night before bed, he would give my mom a little kiss on the cheek. Things were good and we were

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

I’m a young child living in a nice home. I was outside playing, having a fun time. Mom and dad seemed like they were having a bad day. They were yelling back and fourth at each other.

Over the past years of my life, many things have changed, including my friends, lifestyle, religious beliefs and jobs. With everything constantly changing around me, there is one thing that has always stayed the same: my family. When I think about my most blissful moments in life, they all involve my family. My relationship with my parents, brother, husband and children is something that I learn to treasure more and more every day. There are many significant things in my life, but the most important relationship to me is family.

Listening to my parents bicker with each other was tough. I thought you weren’t supposed to argue in front of children, or at least where they could still hear you. I learned that being heard is one of the most amazing feelings in the world. Just to feel loved enough to take the time of an individual, without feeling guilty. Honestly I don’t care what we are talking about, but talking and listening are crucial parts in building a sturdy relationship. I felt like I did a lot of listening, I listened to my parents argue, I listened to my

I remember our last goodbye, the last words exchanged, the ending of something beautiful. People you care about have big impacts on who you turn out to be. They guide you, teach you, protect you, love you, hurt you, but most importantly they are there for you. He was gone before I could even blink. And left me all alone. But family helped me through this journey and one day I hope to help others like others have helped me.

As an eight year old, I was a little confused. The main question I had in my mind was why was this all happening? I would not get the entire picture until later after splicing together bits and pieces of conversation. I definitely was a little curious, as I naturally am, but I was not sure exactly what to think. This change in my life was very sudden, and I really had no choice to accept that this is happening. Anger, ferocity, or hate were not a chapter in my book

It was a crisp summer morning and I awoke to begin my day. Usually I would go out to Joe’s farm and work with him, but today I had to stay home to help with chores and things. It was just about noon and as I was biting into the garlic crust on my Domino’s pizza my phone began to ring. I grabbed a few paper towels to clean the slick grease off my fingers and ran to my phone. Joe was calling and asked me if I minded him coming over and of course I had no quarrel. I checked with my parents and they agreed that it was fine. Joe arrived nearly twenty minutes later, and he looked as if he had

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?

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

It was a dark and quiet night. The cars on the street rarely past, speaking because it was already 12. I sat there, on the couch, watching movies with my family. Everytime there was a part I didn 't or couldn 't see, I would shove my head in my mother 's shirt, smelling her jasmine scented perfume until it gave me a headache. It was as if we were in our own family bubble, enjoying our time. Who knew anything could 've happened outside our bubble. Sunday morning, I woke up to the sound of the floor creaking as someone moved. I exited my room and as I opened my door, an avalanche of delicious smells showered me. ¨Good morning, mija.¨, screamed my mother, trying to be louder than all the racket caused by the mixer. ¨Good morning, ma.¨, I