My Experience Of My Family

My family consists of my mom, dad, two sisters, and one brother. I am the youngest child of the family. With my siblings being a good deal older than me, I tended to feel left out when they got to do things that I didn’t. The age gap left me feeling like an outsider sometimes. As we grew older, the bond between us grew much, much stronger. I think of my siblings more like friends now. They are people that I can tell

It was the year 2008, I had just graduated from St. Michael’s School located in Los Angeles, CA. This year was quite exhilarating for me also scary because I was going to attend an all-girls high school. Los Angeles was my birth place also a place where I called home. One day, I came home to hearing my parents talking about moving to Mississippi. I remained devastated, not only we were moving to the south, I’m moving away from childhood friends. I was worried I wouldn’t see them again and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make new friends in Mississippi.

On August 13th, 2016 my family and I started a new life. We were forced to relocate from Southern California to Prosper, Texas for my dad’s job. When I moved I knew absolutely no one. It was extremely hard to move away from my people that I have been friends with for almost my whole life. It was even harder to say goodbye to my grandma and my brothers. Finding new friends and adjusting to a new city in a new state was very difficult. On the first day of school, I was extremely nervous, because I didn’t know anyone.

Although this was taken seven months ago, it feels as if it was just yesterday that my sister, Cortney, began a new stage in her life. She is no longer my bedroom neighbor just a hallway length away. The bathroom that was once shared is now only occupied by me, that bedroom next to mine remains vacant, and I am officially an only child -or so it seems. It’s crazy to believe we are already teenagers. As children, we got along much better than average siblings. We never fought, always shared clothes, and even shared friends despite the age difference. As time went on, we grew closer; making it even harder for us to be separated from each other long term. Next thing we knew, it was August 24, 2015, the time had come that Cortney was graduated and moved on to bigger and better things. My family took two cars over two hours away to say our goodbyes. Despite the fact that we did not want

Family? I have a pretty small family. I am the oldest of my siblings, my younger brother and I are two years apart. There is an eleven years gap between me and my younger sister.

I shake my head and smooth out my black dress. Checking the time, I realize I have to leave. I take one last glance in the mirror. My eyes are red and puffy. I look like I haven’t slept in days and that’s true. I left Northeastern and drove to Virginia only three days ago. I might have been glad to take a break from senior year under better circumstances. Since I was the only sibling who volunteered to stay home with Daddy, I was left cooking and cleaning and watching after our completely unprepared father. I guess Mel and Ryan had kids to look after now, but they abandoned me in this

It was just another Saturday afternoon, but instead of my family taking their usual places in line, my friends took their spots. As our lives settled to move on without us, my brother would stay at home to do homework, my dad would stay with him, and my mom still brought me just like before, only she now sat in the lounge working on her unfair laptop instead of accompanying me on the mountains. They all grew up a little more, so I tried to, too. And even though I missed

In combination with my uncertainty in myself, I also became homesick during the first quarter. Even though I wanted to attend a school far from home, I didn’t think I was ready to leave home. I didn’t want to leave my friends and family. When I arrived for move-in day, I

My head began racing and I could not stop thinking about how I was going to miss out on so many things and miss so many people. I realized I was going to miss prom, the senior trip, senior breakfast, I was going to miss the big landmarks of senior year. But most importantly I was going to miss the small things, the small things like eating lunch with Virginia everyday while blasting music so loud in her car that we almost blowout her speakers, or walking with Enock from first to second hour then second to third while he said something judgmental about me, or making Nick pick me up by my mail box further down the street so my dad wouldn’t see that I really wasn’t hanging out with

On June 20, 2015, I got up out of bed feeling refreshed and new because it was practice for graduation day. Walking to the bathroom, I took a warm shower and brushed my teeth with mint toothpaste. I got dressed in a rush throwing on some jeans with a black shirt. Heading to the living room, I stopped and asked my stepfather if he could drive me to school because it was his day off. “ Sure,” my stepfather said, sitting on the gray couch watching television. As we went to the car, he shut the front door locking the top and bottom. I got in the passenger seat of his white pickup truck. While he drove me to school time, I can feel the vibration through the seat from the engine. When I got to the drop off zone in front of the school, I notice class

I was heartbroken, angry, and terrified for what was to come. And it felt like I wasn’t even going to be able to enjoy my last couple weeks in my house, at my school, and with all my best friends. But that time flew by and before I knew it, the last day of school was here. I held back my tears as I left the school for for the last time. I wasn’t going to any after school pool parties, or to my friends houses, instead, I was leaving my home. Walking through the front door after the bus dropped me off was different, every wall was stacked with large cardboard boxes, not a piece of furniture in sight. Moving men walked in and out of the house, as I tried to stay out of their way. The next thing on my families schedule was to live with my grandparents for a week until our new house was ready. The following seven days went by, we swam in the pool, got ice cream too many times, and got in a summer mood. While our new house was having trees cut down, landscaping done, and parts of the inside remodeled. As I tried to look at the bright sides of things, I realized that our new house was bigger, I was going to start a soccer training soon, but it also made me miss things like our pool, and neighborhood parties. I had realized that it was hard to go through a sudden change so fast, and it was going to take time to get used

Growing up I was an only child, but I remember always wishing that I had an older sibling or was born a twin or that maybe someday I would be a big sister myself. My Aunt Sherry lived close by while my cousin Morgan, who is eight months older than I, and myself grew up and we were extremely close;, she still feels more like my younger but older sister to this day. When we were five and six years old my Aunt Sherry had fraternal twins, a girl and a boy, Macey and Collin. Now I felt that I had three siblings. Come the third grade, when Morgan and I were eight and nine years old, my Aunt Sherry moved to Indiana taking my cousins with her. I had never wanted siblings as much as I did at this point.

The drive home was a solemn one; the realization that while my acceptance into an out-of-state college meant freedom, it also meant distance. It had been 2 days since my graduation and in 3 more my brother 's 22nd birthday would come to pass. The wedge that had seemed to be growing between my brother and I would only get bigger, and for a moment I felt an incredible urge to stay home. However I knew that as much as I wanted to stay close to my mother and brother; it would only disappoint them both. Having dropped out his sophomore year of highschool, my brother always felt it was his duty to push me when it came to my education. “One of us has to make mom proud,” he 'd say to me and my mom would yell at him every time because although she never really says it; she has always been proud of us both.

In everybody’s life, something happens that impacts them greatly. It may be a death of a close friend, or possibly moving to a new town. One of the most important people in my life is my sister, Jessica. For me, my sister moving into college was the most significant event in my life. Her going to college improved our relationship, even though neither of us knew that it could get any better than it already was.

When I was eight years old my parents separated, and they got officially divorced when I was twelve. After my parents separated, my mother took on being a single-parent. My father gave up all his rights to my sister and I. Prior to my parents separating, my family was considered upper-middle class. My dad worked as a computer engineer, and my mom was a stay at home mother. After my parents split, my sister and I went from having everything to nothing in a day. My mom had to move back in with her parents until she could find a full-time job and a place for us to live. Because I have seen my mother struggle as a single-mother, I matured a lot faster than most children my age. Even though we struggled with money growing up, my mother always made it a point to go on vacation yearly with my sister and I; I have been to over 30 states because my mom loves to road trip. Additionally, it has always been a family tradition of ours to go to the state fair every year. Because of my family experience growing up, I am very independent. I also learned to appreciate the little things in life. My mom always taught my sister and I that time spent with family is far more valuable than materialistic things. My mother and I are very close to this day, and I will forever be grateful for everything she has done for my sister and me.