My Dad And My Father

When I was eight years old I would question my mom on if I was adopted or not. I got the subject of conversation from little kids I used to play with when I was younger they would ask me why I looked so different from my mom and brother but I could never give a solid answer because I myself didn’t even know. I have an older sister and brother, my sister is dark skin and my brother is a light skin like my mom. Radisha my eldest sister was gone for four years due to personal issues, so I only had my mom and brother and because they were both light skin I would ask why I didn’t look like them. Mother had told me it was because I looked like my father and when my sister had come home it had all made

Reflecting back on it, I was only 7 years old, who didn’t know how to respond, and the person who asked me was also only 7 years old, so they didn’t understand what they were asking. But nevertheless, these questions would stay with me for the rest of the day, and I wouldn’t know what to do with the question. When that person asked me that, I came home and ask my mom the exact same questions. Her face fell, her body went numb for a few seconds, then she turned to me and look me straight in the eye and said “We are your ‘real’ parents. Don’t let anyone else make you think differently just because you don’t look like us.”

Parents will always have conflicts with their children no matter the age. Even when children grow into adults, parents view their children as children. Parents often find it hard to accept the fact their children have grown, and can make decisions for themselves. The lack of understanding can create situations where the parents still long for their child to rely on them.

I knew from an early age my sisters and I were different, we had similar features, this I knew because everyone said we looked alike but they could never just say we looked alike. They would always tell my older sister “She is like the light skinned version of you !” My sister would always just smile but I knew deep down it bothered her. She was always la negrita bella or “beautiful little black girl”

“Emily looks nothing like the rest of her family”, I mean have you seen her pictures, I heard as I walked down the hallway. At first it didnt really bother me, everyone would tell me that all the time, but lately it has been starting to get to me. I mean when I think about it everyone in my family does have blonde hair, and blue eyes, while I have brown hair, and green eyes.I am tan whereas my family is not. My mom says that I got my looks from my great grandmother, whom I have never met nor seen any pictures of. Throughout the rest of the day I kept hearing more whispers about how my family

I replied in amazement “I'm your son and Sally Hemmings is my mother I am now sixteen and I wanted to know why you couldn't be with my mom.”

Explanation: In this quotation we can see that Eric does not have a close relationship with his father. The word “you’re not the kind of father” suggests that Birling to Eric hasn’t really been a good father figure for him. Also he seems to have much more strength then he did when he was very polite and respectful to Birling “yes please” Overall Eric Seems to have much more authority within the family and does stand

One afternoon my father and I were talking. He told me that even though everyone has their own qualities or characteristics we all have something in common. He also said that l have many qualities that are very important and will get me somewhere in life. My father told me that when he was a little kid he used to imagine himself as characters in books and movies. After talking with my father I found out that many characters are similar to me.

A few days after I turned eighteen, I was riding in the car with my mom. She turned to me and said "Kristina, I have some things I was waiting to share with you until I thought you were old enough." She proceeded to tell me details about my biological mom and biological family that

When I was born, my mom told me I looked different from herself and my dad. My blonde hair and green eyes didn’t resemble them.

I thought about us doing duets and crazy music when we were older. She wasn't at orchestra the next day though. She'd quit cause her cello was too expensive.

I have not seen my parents in three years. I came to the United States when I was eighteen to become an American chemical engineer. I have met new people in the new land and made friends with a few of them. The longer I am away from my parents and the more I interact with people, the more I realize my parents have a significant influence to shape who I am today. Looking back the time I was with my parents, I have found several odd things in my house that I did not notice when I was a kid. To many people, they probably think my parents are strange. However, when I have grown up and traveled around the world, I am astonished to realize those things resemble the beautiful personality of my parents.

Ever since preschool I knew there was something different about me, more specifically my immediate family. I noticed whenever I had a playdate with a friend, there was an older boy as well as older and younger kids in addition to my friend’s mom and her. I later learned those people were her dad and siblings; I had neither.

When my mom is mad or I don’t do what she tells me to do she tells me that I am “ just like my father”. I assumed she said that because she was mad at me. After finding out that genetics can be 40% to 60% heritable. I realized I was a my father’s daughter; that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

This is the first time in my life that I have ever felt so out of place. I looked at my parents and realized I did not share a single trait with them. At that moment time was frozen. My parents were sitting right in front of me, talking to me, yet I could not hear what they were saying. My biology class was learning about genes, so I thought maybe I was getting in my head. I knew it was possible to get these traits from family members from the past, but once I thought about it I didn’t really look like anyone in the family. I had no idea why I had never noticed this before. My father, Robert Downs, is a tall, muscular, athletic man, with black hair and blue eyes who deals with problems head on. My mother, Susan Downs, is also tall like my father,