My Experience In My Family

I am the way I am because of my father, he drives me to get an education, and he wants me to be better than him. My dad constantly tells me “tell me who your friends are and I’ll tell you who you’re going to be.” This quote means significantly to me because when I was in 6th grade I would hang out with the wrong crowd, later when I was a freshman, I made new friends, better friends, and the ones that push me to strive. My mom is my rock, she struggles sometimes since she raised my brother and I alone, but she always finds a way to get us what we need for school and sports that we play in. I have this picture of my brother, my cousin, and I in front of our house when we first bought it, it’s been 17 years that I’ve been living in it. It may not be the nicest house, but its payed off and I have a roof over my head, to me that’s all that matters. My neighborhood is actually quiet, I have 3 neighbors that are nice people, when we go out of town they watch our house for

The environment that I’m fortunate to have been raised in has been positive and supportive, but sheltered nonetheless. Many kids my age live a life of constant change, always going from one parent’s house to the other. I am so blessed to have a unified family that has always given me never ending love and support. Growing up in such a positive and supportive atmosphere has allowed me to follow my dreams and believe in myself.

Out of all of my adventurous youthful years one event sticks out to me even to this day. Even though now it seems not particularly interesting or more important than anything else it still somehow persists within my memory. The event of which I am referring to happened around when I was 7, or maybe I was 6. My parents and I were going on a trip down to bennett springs state park, near Lebanon Missouri, to camp for a weekend.

I grew up in a small family in India. There are a lot of things that I can learn from my family. I wouldn’t be here without my family. Most important thing in the world is family. The family is the place where you can learn and express what you learn. I’m grateful for my family. But I remember one day my parents told me that we are going to America, the land of dreams. I was thirteen years old. All those years I lived in my own country, and now I’m moving to America. When my parents gave me the shocking news I couldn’t stop thinking about the way of life in America. I never stopped to think about the people I was leaving behind my cousins, grandparents and the only life I had ever known. Days went by, and here we are at the JFK airport. Amidst all the sadness, and fear of my lifestyle I couldn’t feel the excitement. I admit that it was difficult at the beginning. But then it became easy. There is always happy after the bitterness. Now I’m excited to show people and tell them that how important a family is and it is eternal.

This experience has been emotionally demanding for me and a bit awkward. First off, immediate family speaking, we have an implicit norm of not offending people by criticism their actions but also, it’s weird to compliment people on their behaviour. We stick to “thank you”, “I appreciate what you did” and when there is a behaviour we find annoying we don’t say a word. As for my big family, in which I include my immediate family (mom and brother), my boyfriend and my local church, we are “allowed” to give compliment and to share emotions with one another. With this context being placed, it was easier to compliment my church sister C and my boyfriend because we had this pre-establish norm of “it’s acceptable to compliment and receive compliment and criticisms” but a bit harder to throw the first one at my mom.

I have a very close relationship with my parents. My mother’s name is Becky she has always been very caring and she has stuck up for me ever since I was little and unable to do it myself. My Father’s name is Lonnie he has taught me how to be strong and has shown me how to do different activities like how to build stuff and fix cars. I tell my parents pretty much everything we have a very trusting relationship I never had a curfew and I was able to go where ever I wanted whenever I wanted as long as I let them know where I was going to be.

1:00 AM - I had another dream after sleep beckoned me. There weren't nightmares this time, but my last dream had family drama in it. Why do I keep dreaming about my family when I have nothing playing on my computer? I must have deep-rooted family issues I haven't dealt with yet. My memory of my dream is starting to fade now, so here I go.

This was it. Everything I had ever done had led up to this weekend, to this moment. All the hard work, all the supporting roles, all the learning from people older than me. I was finally ready to have my chance to be in the light. I remember pacing back and forth with smell of fresh paint in my nose, the stage having been painted the day before. My hands were shaking. I kept checking my arms to make sure I had not sweat through my costume. I kept running the opening monologue in my head, hoping and praying I did not forget anything. Then the time came. The lights had gone out and I could still hear the murmur of people talking as I stepped out on stage.

I woke up in a sweat breathing heavily as I had awoken from the worst dream my brain could possibly think of. When I sat up I thought it was oddly quiet in my house that rare with my family are family is loud and big I have two sisters and three brothers. When I got out of bed I realized that my twin brother younger by five minutes max was not in the room he is the twin who sleeps in after all. After I got dressed in my usual clothes black basketball shorts and my blue T-shirt that’s from my favorite vacation we have been on also my only vacation I’ve been in out of state and of course my black hoodie. When I went down stairs my siblings were waiting for me; Sophia, Mike, max, Annie, Caleb. When I looked at them they seemed scared, and I made a snarky remark that I regret saying now but I can’t go back and change what I said. After I said what I said my younger sister Annie started crying I was confused usually she runs to are parents telling them then I get sent to my room but this time was different she just sat there crying. My sister comforting her said their gone I was confused because are dogs were spots and rover were lying right there on the ground I looked at them weird then Mike said mom and dad they're gone we called them and no answer no note no nothing, then I said they probably went on a run or to grocery store or something like that. Then mike said no they left their phones why would they do that he said. Maybe dad got sick again you know he hasn’t been

My family, friends, and teachers have all nurtured my character, in one way or another. There are some experiences, however that seem to stand out a little more. They seem to be at the tip of my mind. The memories of a loving grandmother who makes me laugh, the one who keeps me going, one who demonstrates a love like no other. In my years, I have seen her invest in an abundance of people. She has led some to Christ. For others, she has offered her hands and feet, in times of need. As for me, she has given pieces of herself. She has shown me what it is to be a servant, she has given me a sense of adventure, and has taught me to never take what I have for granted.

For the first 9 years of my life I was the youngest of 3 siblings. At the age of 6 my parents separated and that is where some of my life struggles began. Both my mom and dad are extremely loving and nurturing people; however, they had a tendency to triangulate the three of us kids in regards to who gets who, when, and all those fun things that come with divorce. The schedule I was on for most of my childhood was Tuesdays and every other weekend with my dad and the rest with my mom. I grew resentful of this as I got older because I felt that it should be more even and that didn’t change until I was well into high school and made the decision to change the schedule for myself. Then when I was 9 years old my mom had a little baby girl. Long story short, my little sisters father is in her life now but wasn’t for the first year or so. This was hard for me at first because I didn’t fully understand the situation, but regardless of my understanding the love I had/have for my little sister was/is unconditional. Even though there is quite an age gap between my younger sister and us three older siblings, we are all still very close. Before my mom had my little sister she was a paraprofessional at our elementary school, and then after she had her she started doing daycare. My dad finished his degree in business and economics and he has sold insurance my whole life. While my mom always had struggles with money, my dad usually did not. Both of my parents taught me hard work ethics and I

The day was quiet, like it usually was. A melancholy day where all colors just seem to blind itself. To see space the way it was it; it was surreal. Time dilation, the world walked just a bit slower than me. Well, I was always like. Hmm you have that feeling like you are sitting in the waiting room? Yeah it like that, but with my whole life. To be honest, it seem to be a blur, rushing blushing, flashing in my mind; one idea bounces to the next and goes to another. That would be all fine and dandy if my mind didn’t wander off into a place of disappearing. I don’t fear death, I fear myself. Well before I get into I might as well tell you how I got into this interesting state. I was born in Virginia, But I moved to South Dakota when I was relatively very young. I have no brothers, no sisters neither. I learned early on that my life was fated to be alone from the very beginning. I was apart of a twin but my identical twin sister, was announced stillborn few minutes after I was born. I still have thoughts up to this day of what could she be, eh I know that unhealthy, but hey its natural,. But soon after that my mom a beautiful, enchanting women with crystal blue eyes, and golden blonde hair ran away with another man, she was young and had her whole life ahead of her, about the age of 26, and had no ring chain to hold her down. I don’t blame her the man she ran off with was more handsome, richer, and actually loved her. My father on the other hand was a repulsive drunk that, would

Learning about my heritage and my family has always fascinated me, and doing this cultural genogram was an awesome experience to learn more about my family. To complete this project I interview my mom who is the genealogist for both sides of my family.

One day my mom told me that my family and I were going to China. I was very young, about 6, and I really didn’t know what to expect. At the time, I remember feeling a rush of mixed emotions. I felt excited, unsure, and maybe even a little scared, but there was one thing I knew I could look forward to, and that was meeting my grandparents for the first time.

I’m not ready to get out of bed… It’s too early to get up, and my race doesn’t start till 11:30. I should get on the shower so I can wake up, but I’m not ready to have my last race of my high school career. In the shower, I began to panic about how life was moving too fast, and I told myself to calm down. I got out of the shower ran to my room and began gathering my clothes that I needed. I out my clothes on and my mom yells out “Marcus!! What do you want for breakfast!?” she said. I yell out “Oatmeal” and I go outside and I began to pray to all my ancestors that they can give them strengthen so I can bring honor to my family and village. I pray to my family members that passed away and ask them for them strengthen, plus,