Descriptive Essay About My Family

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.

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.

You walk into a humid gym. It reeks of chalk and feet. The music is playing and it seems like everyone is talking at once. You walk around the corner and parents are sitting in gray stands gossiping. You look straight ahead and see girls working out on different apparatuses. Coaches are explaining drills to some, and giving corrections to others. With so many people talking, you can't hear what the coaches are saying. You only see their lips moving as they talk to the kids. Girls are in suim suit looking uniforms. They all look different ages, ranging from 4-18 years old. The girls you watch do a skill, jump off the beam, then talk happily to their friends. They look like their focused when performing, but when their done they all laugh and talk at once. My friends and family use different traits to describe me depending on the atmosphere we're in.

This assignment covers a personally sensitive subject in my family, which is the dynamic, roles, and contributions of the family members. My family is, for a lack of better words, dysfunctional, toxic, and or chaotic. Of course, I did not realize this growing up, especially that it was all mainly due to the above subjects. I did not understand that not every family screams, fights, demeans, or condescends the way my family did until I started going over to other friends’ houses and getting to experience the vastly different dynamics. These past few years, most of my immediate family members and I have come to serious realizations about our family. It consists of my emotionally and mentally abusive, narcissistic, “main provider” father (Robert “Bubba”, 50 years old), my overly-coddling, superhero of a mother (Kelly, 49 years old), my combative, narcissistic, bold, unique older sister (Kayla, 24 years old), me, the overly emotional and sensitive, sarcastic, peacekeeping basketcase, (Abby, 20 years old), and two younger, misbehaving, shy, obnoxious, adorable twin sisters (Emma and Sarah, 11 years old.) My mom, dad, older sister, and younger sisters all live together in DeMotte, Indiana, and I live in a house in West Lafayette, Indiana, however, for the sake of this assignment, I will consider us all part of one household before I moved out on my own.

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.

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.

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.

“Caio, Caio, Caio” Everyone says as I enter through the old crumbling door into the main room. The tomato and basil smells from the kitchen make their way to my nose. “Come va?” “Sembri proprio tuo padre!” Everyone is screaming to tell me something and then my grandmother screams “Okay, that’s enough!” Silence swept the room. Everyone was gathered around like they were ready for a ceremony. With red cheeks and sweat running down his face, my grandfather introduced everyone. Every person coming up and kissing me on each cheek. The small stuffy room smelled like pasta and only had one window for enough light to shine through to see the mustiness in the room. It was an only house with crosses up in every room. All of the family is Catholic and it showed immensely through their personalities. Everyone broke up and spread throughout the creaky old house.

My family? You actually want to use these few minutes to read about my family? Well, let me just say one thing: we are all so, very different. So, making connections is easier said than done. Yet, I have made a few crucial connections with my cousin Hayley, my cousin P.J., and my mother.

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

My family is not the most interesting but of course there are some secrets that can be dug up from the present and the past. Theres the good the bad and the ugly in every family. Whether you like to admit it or not. It's just something you have to be willing to accept about people in our families. Some are betters than others and some are just plain out ugly. The first half of my paper will be about my mother's side. Which tends to be more of the drug addicts and other ugly habits. When my father side is more of the better parts of my genetically inherited traits.

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

The definition of family is a group of individuals involving parents and children. When focusing on the word group, we find that the definition of a family may involve a common goal; in this case, caretaking and learning. We all may sometimes dislike our families and find them hard to deal with, but our families have the greatest impact on our development of all. We are with our families before anyone else, and this is reflected in how great of an impact the family system has on human development. My family is by no means a healthy family structure, and I figured that out early enough to accept it by now. I have witnessed abuse, drug use, mental illness, wrongful death, even homelessness. My family has taught me both acceptable and corrupt

“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

So that’s my basic family. Sis, Dad, and Mom. Now there are a lot of other members in my family but I can’t