Broken bones are not painful at all. Pain is Physical suffering or discomfort by illness or injury. In fact, I broken a bone years ago eight to be exact. Fear of hospitals, ghost stories and the anxiety of being alone, broken bones are not painful at all.
Do you know anyone that goes above and beyond what they are called to do? I certainly do, my grandma gee. She always finds a way to make people smile and laugh. For starters she volunteers at numerous places spending hours of her time helping others. Additionally, she will do anything for anyone. Name it and she will do it. Gee has the biggest heart and the best attitude towards anything she does. When she finds out I just have a cold she will call me and make sure that I am okay. God gave me the best grandma in the world and I am so lucky.
Nana and Papa say hey and give me the biggest hug ever. My Uncle shakes my hand and goes to bathroom, he has this problem where he has to go pee every 20 minutes or so, I can never remember the name of the problem, I have just learned to accept it. Last and surely least, John and Mason, the two worst cousins anyone could ever ask for. They can barely come through the door before saying “ What’s up Sixy!”. They always come up with some form of an insult to remind me that I have six toes on one foot.
There's a faded old sun bonnet hanging there behind the door. It's the one my sweet mother used to wear. 'Til one day she hung it up and never took it down no more. And since that day we left it hanging there.
Heros are amazing people. Heros are the people you look up to. They could be famous or a close family member. My hero would be my grandmother, Rita Queen or as I call her “Grandmama.” Grandmama always has a smile on her face. She is someone you want to be around everyday. Grandmama is still incredibly perseverant, courageous, and helpful.
I grew up in a decently sized family of four, including my father, my mother, and my older sister. Fortunately for us our parents had enough time to spend with us when we were younger and they were very strict and serious. Our other relatives normally lived far apart from each other so we don't often visit each other nor do we know each other that well. There would sometimes be some drama that goes on between them and it never ends, someone is always doing something and they never will stop talking or mentioning it. I don’t know either one of my grandparents that well either because they both live out of country and it’s difficult for them to come here for financial and welfare reasons. It makes me sad when I see or hear that other people
Grandmas are such a blessing to one's life, especially my grandma Sharon, who possesses many admirable qualities. Over the years I came to know my adoptive grandmother's modest heart not only for other human beings, but as well as animals. Grandma Sharon has also revealed to have a way with pastries, her dishes always turned out to be satisfying.
When my family goes skiing this isn’t really a problem. Both my brother and I enjoy skiing with my dad; but that’s different when my mom goes, she ‘sucks’. She skis slow, and is really ‘nerdy’. She ‘sucks’ so bad that she hurt her knee a couple
The few times we did get to spend time together as a family, it wouldn’t feel like it. I knew all the relationships between my family members. I was the one who they told everything to but ask me not to tell anyone. This was a lot of weight on my shoulders because I began caring for everyone else’s relationships; especially my mom’s because my brother and sister would argue
The toxicity of family members tend to wear at you over time as nice as it would be to just shrug their toxicity off and go about your life. If you are not careful, then you can explode and say or do something that can lead to very awkward family dinners.
My family isn’t really the talk it out kind of family, we never have been. We hold in everything that makes us angry or sad, maybe stop talking to each other for a while, then we go back to life as if nothing has happened. It works for a few months, then everything that has been building up comes out and we just lash out at each other. Once everything that we have held in comes out though, we laugh, but we
Let me describe the members of my family a little bit so you can get the gist of who I was dealing with. My mom: never tells the truth and never takes blame, my dad: screams a lot, Aunt Cindy: depressed and has really bad makeup, Uncle Chris: has three great dogs but loves Trump and once called me a Social Justice Warrior, and my grandma: makes good spaghetti. So, when we’re all in one room, It’s hell. Constant fighting over who’s better than who, who has the most money, who does whatever better than the next person. Over the years the constant screaming has really forced me to become a really annoyed turtle; I live my whole life in my shell and I ignore everyone.
Family is a big part of everyone’s culture. No matter who you are or where you grew up. Family can be more than just blood or the people who have raised you. Certain people in my family are very close and important to me. My mom and my aunt are the two closest people to me but in very different ways. I consider them both my best friends because I can be very open with them. I don’t have any close friends in my life that I can tell anything to so it’s nice to have people in my family to be able to do that with. I live with my grandparents so it makes it easier to get along with my mom since I’m not around her 24/7. I don’t have a very big family so we are all fairly close. This is mostly because I haven’t really talked
Sometimes I think the only reason my family ever got along was because of my grandparents. But I knew very little, and still don’t know that much now. I guess you could say life was easier when I played pretend and got along with my family. My grandparents were the said glue that kept us together. They had always been together ever since they were little kids. They got married at 18 and started a family. To them family was everything, they needed to be your everything, no matter what happened. My mom, well she was a bit of a rebel. When she was younger she went out and did all the typical dumb things that teenagers do, and of course, went against the family is everything rule. I guess as she got older, she began to feel more guilty about it especially when my grandparents died. She knew deep in her heart that “grandma and grandpa want us to stay together
With my extended family, I am somewhat close with some of them. I communicate a lot with my mom’s brother’s family, mainly because two of my three cousins on that side also go to Florida Atlantic University. I also went to sleepaway camp with them for four years in Connecticut. I do not really communicate that much with my extended family on my father’s side. Even though I did go to high school with two of my cousins on my dad’s side, I have not really talked to many of them since 2011. I just do not really get