Descriptive Essay : ' Bumpy Spring '

My family consists of my mom, dad, two sisters, and one brother. I am the youngest child of the family. With my siblings being a good deal older than me, I tended to feel left out when they got to do things that I didn’t. The age gap left me feeling like an outsider sometimes. As we grew older, the bond between us grew much, much stronger. I think of my siblings more like friends now. They are people that I can tell

My family is one of a kind. They support me all the time. My dad comes home each day after doing an eight hour shift and manages all the bill payments. My mom cooks, cleans, goes to job, helps me and my brother with homework, and drops/ picks us up from classes every single day. Last but not least, my brother is always there for me. He shares everything with me, even his favorite chocolates. And he is the one that teaches me the forms that I didn’t get in the karate class. Even though we fight a lot, I couldn’t have asked for a better brother than him. I love my family very much and they will always be dear to

The next couple of years were essential to the growth of our friendship and bond that we formed as siblings. From helping with homework to baking together, my siblings and I formed an unbreakable bond. Following many years of support, I finally understood the meaning of family; they are one unit and travel as one. If there is ever an obstacle for one member, everyone has to endure it. Travel forward to present time, I love both David and Alysa with open arms. Both of them have enlightened and opened doors to new perspectives into the world of love and stability that any brother has to endure. As they reach to me for support, I always make sure to provide both David and Alysa with advice and countless paths to

I grew up in New Orleans living with my mother and step father, visiting my father in Lafayette on the weekends. When I turned sixteen, my mother and my father reunited. They had another child which stressed their relationship. Ultimately they divorced again. I did not develop a close relationship with either of my brothers. One was athletic and gregarious, and

My older brother went off to California to work while my younger brother stayed with my grandparents in our hometown and I was here in Texas continuing my education. We have built a strong relationship after realizing we only have each other. We have also received great help from both sides of our parents’ family. Even when we weren’t close to our father and we did not receive

While reading the story “Sonny’s Blues” by James Baldwin I could not help but think about my own brother while growing up. From a very young age I always felt as though it was my job to keep him safe and on the right path. We did everything together, played sports, played board games, watched television, we even had some of the same friends. Sometimes I felt more like a second mom to him than his older sister.

I remember that I always had hypotheses about my siblings and why they were treated differently, why we treated each other differently, and why they always messed with me. These were just ways I attempted to understand why life was the way it was, I never really understood anything I was saying. Now that I have read this chapter, I can look back on my relationship with my brothers and most of the things I can remember are either fun memories, or memories where they were being “mean” to me. I think it was just hard for me to be the only girl, because I often felt left out. It’s those positive and negative moments that shaped me into who I am today. At the same time, I have friends who are only children, but they tuned out very similar to me. Sibling relationships aren’t just about the interactions between siblings, but how we interact with all those around us, specifically peers. We learn how to invest in a relationship and enjoy each other, or else we ruin the friendship. Taking lessons learned here we are able to apply them to or sibling relationships. This might provide a possible explanation for why some relationships improve and others don’t. As we get older, we are able to use our experiences and new social skills to help build those relationships with our siblings, even more so when we are separated, such as one going to college. We realize that a relationship will suffer because we are no longer required to be around it. We now need to invest in it before it’s

During my sixth grade year, my brother Brian was deployed to Iraq for the first time. From the youngest sibling’s point of view, Brian not being around was constantly shocking

The airport in Los Angeles was crawling with travelers, dragging their luggage and scurrying across the terminals like ants in a massive nest. Jackson, my nephew, had no idea that he was meeting in Los Angeles; he thought we would be meeting in Seattle, just as we usually did. I wondered if he would notice the palm trees and the stifling heat in the middle of December and know immediately. With these thoughts wandering my head, I sat impatiently by the terminal where his plane was supposed to land.

Our familial background started with my brother; he is the inspiration of my success and the reason I am daily pressured in my educational life. My brother passed through a difficult stage in life where his diagnosis with depression, social anxiety, and situational anxiety had a toll in our family because it was something we were completely unprepared for then. The worst decision he made was his self-diagnosis to drugs. He became a drug addict to cope with the pain of bullying at school because he was in ESOL and co-taught classes. This was a continuous downward fall for my family over the course of 6 years until it reached its breaking climax when my brother was 22. He stopped taking drugs, saw himself in the mirror, and was unable to recognize whom he was. The realization of not knowing himself overtook him to the point of wanting to commit suicide. My family came together to see what we could do make things better. At 14, I realized that I now had to be the backbone for my family. My parents’ discouragements shadowed me as to follow me with figures of pain. My role in my family changed as well. I was now the sole hope for my family to strive in a foreign country and make a name for ourselves

The love I have for my brother is, in part, a reason I focused so much on being successful, both in school, and in life; I wanted to be the best role model possible. Though having my brother alongside me brought me unquantifiable happiness, the addition of a new family member coupled with my father losing his job made for another period of economic

I am forced out of bed before the sun gets the chance by the high-pitched screaming of my alarm. Working against the clock, my brain fights the last-minute task of arranging all my clothes into a suitcase. The taxi ride to the airport is all but a tired blur. With a long hug and a bittersweet speech from my parents, I am off on my own to break new boundaries. The airport and I are no strangers.

I have been a sister all of my life, from when I walked my first steps, to when I drove for a car the first time. When those things happened, my brothers were there. They were there to help me up when I fell down, they were there to scream in the back seats while I drove them for the first time. But they didn’t always help me, they didn’t always care if I fell down, they wanted me to get up on my own. They would even push me down, to see if I could get back up. But I now realize, all those times they pushed me, pulled me, and shoved me down, I became the person I am today. I am able to defend myself, I am able to stand up for what I believe in (because of all the arguments), and I am able get back up, when everyone else is down.

My brother sighed, “Is it wrong for Mom to care about you? Is it wrong for Dad to care about you? Do you know how much they sacrificed for you, how much they care? You’re always blinded by your pride that you can’t see what they do for you. They give you shelter, food, clothes and you treat them like this.”

My brother is not just someone I share blood with but someone I can rely on and look up to. Patrick, my seventeen year old brother, has been by my side since I was a little baby. My youngest memories are of Patrick and I running around in our backyard laughing. As he grew older, I began to look up to him. He was everything I aspired to be: intelligent, passionate, and athletic. Patrick always seemed to know what he wanted in life, and I admired how he chased down his goals. There were points in my life when I was very unmotivated, especially when I was seven years old. Insecure and unsure, I did not believe in myself from a very young age, and Patrick was there for me when no one else was. He made me believe in myself and my own abilities above anything else. I have my big brother to thank for finding the strength to persevere through my struggles and overcoming my obstacles.