Family Narrative Essay

Even tho many are lucky to have their parents together and grow up in one family that was altogether, I was lucky to grow in a divorced family and I say lucky because I have become stronger because of this situation and even tho I have become stronger, I have also learned to cut off the slack off myself. I grew up with 3 older male siblings and we were not the type to get along and share, some of us would help each other and the older tell the younger how to survive through different circumstances but I was left out.

Growing up I was not the luckiest person. My parents created me to fix their relationship, that did not work out of course. So obviously they got a divorce, but they got a divorce three days before my second birthday.

Families are involved in their children’s learning through many different means. Parents are greeted by the kindergarten teachers at morning drop off and at the end of the day for dismissal and if any information needs to be disclosed or discussed the teachers and parents will take that opportunity to communicate with each other. Communication to families is also done through letters that go home whenever there is important information that needs to be shared. This works successfully for the parents who have nannies or relatives drop off and pick up their children. In this case, when face to face contact is not being made with

I'm very grateful to have a family that loves me! When the whole family is together, it makes me feel safe, like nothing awful can happen to me; when we are all together they make things easier. My family treats not only me, but others with respect. I always try to avoid thinking about what would happen to me if I didn't have a family. I feel when most people come to think of it, it makes you wonder. Who would you be today? Where would you be today? How would you grow up? It's always those things that get to you. In my opinion, it's safe to say we are all very lucky to be in the country we are in. However, these people include; parents, grandparents, and sister.

My personal narrative has to do with my journey alongside my family in an event that we all faced. When I was in fourth grade my father got cancer. I am not over protective of the fact that he did, in fact I am quite open on the subject. If they haven’t forgotten, then my friends know, and classmates at the time did know. In this way it is very personal, but also a shared story. As I stated earlier, my father got cancer when I was in fourth grade. This can certainly be considered an unusual childhood. I do not think that many children have had their parents go through cancer when they were around this age. My family spent lots of time in this situation. We were open with this fact, and people had helped us. My fourth grade class

Have you ever wondered what it was like to stand in front of Abraham Lincoln or George Washington? They were on a high mountain called Mt. Rushmore. While there we visited the Sculptor’s Studio and the Lincoln Borglum Museum. I think I can say that the whole family liked the Sculptors Studio the best of all. In the studio, you were given a face to face look at some of the tools used to carve the important faces in the mountain. After we left there, everything went downhill. All of the little kids were whining while the older ones were bored out of their mind. The only ones that seemed to be enjoying themselves were my parents. “Ooh look at this. Oh yeah, this is a cool monument.” Now the real action occurred when

The patient I completed my family health assessment on is a 34 years-old African American (black) female that is Gravida 6 Para 6. Her primary language spoken is English. She has a history of five vaginal deliveries and one cesarean section. This delivery was a vaginal birth after cesarean (VBAC) with spontaneous rupture of membranes while at home. Initial progression of labor was slow until stimulation of nipples via breast pump and low, slow dosing of Pitocin.

The family being interviewed are in a two-parent household. Included, is the mother, C.A.P. age 36, the father, N.I.P. age 40, and the son, C.L.P. age 7. C.A.P. got married to N.I.P. nine years ago. Shortly after, C.A.P. became pregnant with C.L.P.. Previous to moving to Northern Minnesota, they lived in Mid-Western Minnesota. When living there, N.I.P. worked two hours away while his wife, C.A.P. worked in their hometown. Eventually, the couple decided to move north because N.I.P. got a job offer. Now his commute is less than fifteen minutes from home. C.A.P. majored in business management with a focus in travel, tourism, and hotel management. She now is a loan distributor at a bank in Northern Minnesota. N.I.P. majored in machine technology

Mr. Sava is the father of one female child. The age and the residence of the child is unknown. Although he wants a relationship with his daughter at the current time, he does not have contact with this child due to an active restraining order that was implemented due to domestic violence against the child’s mother, his now ex-girlfriend. He acknowledges the ex-girlfriend will not allow him to see his daughter and speaks negatively about her throughout the interview.

Everything was about to change, we wouldn’t order take-out on Sundays, it was a big deal, I was losing my best friend, the only father figure I have ever had so far. I watched him taking all of his stuff out of the apartment, I was getting more and more mad. Wasn’t our beautiful relationship enough to make him stay? I even blame myself I thought I had done something wrong, maybe wearing his clothes and leaving them all messy, I apologize and swear not to do it again, but it didn’t matter the decision was already made.

The person I am interviewing for this project is my friend Richard’s mom, Mrs. Triplett. He and I have been friend since middle school, and we have an interracial friendship. He is culturally Black, and I am Vietnamese. I decide to interview his mom because I consider us to be different from each other in some key dimension. Unlike me, who am an immigrant to the United States of America, Richard’s family is native to New Orleans. His parents were born in New Orleans and they stayed in New Orleans their whole life. They been through many struggles and have seen many hurricanes. The recipe his mom decided to share with me is red beans and rice.

My family of five shattered into pieces in 2014 and changed my life forever. My parents had separated, which led my mom to renting out a duplex nearby, until just last December when we moved into a house. With my dad “working” night shift at the post office and putting alcohol above the three of us kids, we stayed at moms a majority of the time. My mom left for work around 6am every morning so she would wake us all up about 5:45 every morning so we could get dressed for school and be dropped off at our dads to catch the bus an hour later. That hour in the morning, which was spent mostly sleeping on the couch, was the only interaction we had with our dad since he was still in a stage of depression. During this period, dad rarely ever attended any school or sport events and separated himself. The alcohol started before the divorce. I remember I received 4 concert tickets to see my favorite band, at the time. I asked my cousin, Lauren, and friend Jordyn to come along with my dad and I. That night, my father slipped away to the bar and when he came back to the seats drunk he grabbed my arm and pulled me rows ahead. Security took my dad out of the venue then came back to get my friends and I. Emblem3 had just came to the stage and I will forever blame my father for ruining my 14th birthday from getting us kicked out of the concert.

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

Imagine feeling like your whole world is crashing. Nothing seems to be going your way. Bad days often occur but for me it felt like a horrible couple of long years. My big loving family started slowly breaking apart like leaves falling from a tree. It is crazy to picture what was once a picture perfect beautiful huge family fall apart. Once the best couple ever, my parents, unfortunately broke up I could have sworn my life was over, it felt as if I got hit by a truck. The pain was unbearable. Never did I ever picture myself living in a household with a broken family since I was so family orientated. It felt like things just would not get better, I always tried to look at the bigger and brighter picture. Once day, everything changed for the better.

“You are rotten, and selfish, and I want you to get out of my house and never speak to me again!” yelled my mother promptly after slapping her sister across the face, leaving a dull red handprint on her cheek. Sitting at the dinner table, listening to incessant bickering and yelling, it never occurred to my younger self that this sort of behaviour was abnormal for what's supposed to be a happy family on Christmas eve. It was a day meant for joy, and yet here sat my family, screaming at one another so vehemently that tears were shed onto the honey glazed ham. What I was unaware of at the time was the history behind their sharp, foreign curses. When my mother first told me about her past, she had left me in a state of shock. My perspective was forever changed on the people I loved unconditionally, and I learned that family means more than just kinship.