semester starting, my family and I flew to my county of origin Colombia. My grandfather was undergoing an emergency surgery. My mother and I feared that something unfortunate would happen to him. My stay in Colombia was only 7 days I came back the ## then school had started the next day. Despite the fact that my grandpa came out surgery in good health, I was still distracted because I returned to America alone, while my mother and step father stayed for an additional 2 weeks to care for my grandfather post…

was only nine when I had found out that my father had another family; he had a wife and a son. My father had been living with them and would visit me at least once every two months or so, but as soon as I had turned nine, my father introduced my to my half-brother, who was a year and a third older than me. When they visited me, their visits were always brief; time seemed to fly by while I played games with my brother, Ken, but I later learned that it was my father’s wife who did not allow him or Ken…

“You’re just like your Daddy,” grumbled my mother, walking through the kitchen and closing cabinet doors I had left open. I had to smile. I already knew I had many traits in common with my father. We were both reticent and stoical. We both had trouble expressing our emotions. We both had long fuses with a lot of dynamite at the end. I was definitely my father’s daughter. In my younger years, my father and I had a close relationship. I ran to the door to meet him after work. I sometimes went…

“Goodbye Daddy”. Those two simple words felt stained to my lips every time I had to say them while growing up. I was raised in a military family, with a father that was never home. My father was in Special Forces so he was constantly deployed for months on end. I think his longest deployment was probably fifteen months, maybe eighteen, I have grown to forget them by now. While growing up, I was never allowed to discuss my father’s circumstances. Not just because of how important and secretive he…

My relationship with my father is complicated. I am a junior in high school and the successes I have accomplished both in the class room and in sports are because he has been pushing me so hard. On the other hand, though, he can be overbearing and controlling at times. Now I am at the stage in my young adult life where I find myself trying to create some distance between us. It is a constant battle trying to strike a balance between becoming my own person and not just the one my father thinks…

had turned seven, my mother had demanded a divorce from my father, but he didn’t want one and started to threaten my mother if she left him. For instance, one morning, I recall my mother arguing with my father about him not being around and always being drunk and high on drugs. My father was going around the house punching walls and throwing picture frames and anything he was able to get his hands on. I remember running into my parent’s room and seeing my mother holding on to my little sister with…

All throughout my childhood, I have been told that I resemble my father. We share similar characteristics like brown hair and blue-grey eyes, or even our exuberant dispositions. Sometimes, I think that it’s a compliment to be a lookalike of my father, but other times I deny it. Our personalities clash on almost a weekly basis, probably because they are almost identical. But my father and I aren’t the only ones in our family that are alike; my sister and my mother have similar personalities as well…

Introduction I come from one of the largest families in my area. Our family ancestry can be traced to almost 200 hundred years due to the excellent record that my family lineage has preserved. First, I know of my great grandfather who possibly lived between 1760 and 1830. He was called Mbato and so much has been documented about him. He gave birth to my again far off grandfather called Okumu who also lived for another ninety years. Okumu who was my grandfather had lived at a time when the European colonialist…

Songtan, South Korea. Bringing me into this world must have been a tremendous task for my mother because she reminds me often how difficult birthing me was. My mother unconditionally loved me the way I was and bought me a lot of dresses that a princess would wear in a fairy tale book. Also, she encouraged my learning and bought me more than hundreds of books to broaden my insight of the world. However, my father was a traditional, patriarchal Korean man who was immediately ashamed that his first born…

ENGLISH ESSAY The concept of belonging is more complex than it first appears is a true statement and can be proven through the deconstruction of the texts ‘Romulus, my father’ and ‘Neighbours’. The meaning of belonging is generalised as a process where an individual or individuals learn to connect with other people, groups, communities and the larger world. There are several ways that proves this statement above in both texts such as not belonging at the start of each story, complications with trying…