My Experience Of My Family

Your life is changed every day and there are many points to your life. One point of my life is that family is the most important thing. Family is an important factor of everyone’s life, it’s who you are and who you have become today.

PARENTAL RELATIONSHIP QUOTES written by: Karemi Parental relationships are how a parent relates with his/her children. Some may be perfect and others may be a little bit off the edge. These important quotes about the parental relationship can be of assistance in knowing how to deal with children when it comes to a certain matter. These important quotes about the parental relationship ,may also help in forming of a better connection between the parent and the child.

I must have been about 4 years old when my family and I came across a cat, he was black and white in color and dirty from being outside. He was standing in the middle of a dirt road and froze in fear when our car pulled up to him. My mother, seeing as she is rather courageous, decided she wanted to save him. My grandmother was very much against this idea, what if he's sick, what if he has rabies? This is one of my earliest memories so my recollection of this is like a dream, just bits and pieces crocheted into one mishmash of a story. I say this because after that point the next thing I remember is being at home with this cat and they had put him in the sink to wash him. He looked rather young and was thin, I couldn't tell you if that was because he was outside or if that was because he was wet, maybe both. I also couldn't tell you if they took him to the vet and got him checked out, and as sure as I am that they are responsible enough to do that, I couldn't tell you for sure. They later named him Gus. Yes, like an old man, I wonder how my younger self felt about it, I kind of like it now.

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.” You never really know what is going on in someone's life, no matter how it looks from the outside. Some battle’s people face may be more more traumatic than others, but nonetheless difficult. My family is picture perfect, big house, fancy cars, expensive clothes, all of the friends and parties. My mom had my eldest brother at the age of 16. Her and my father both dropped out of high school to financially support this new found family on their own. The day my brother was born, my mom found a note in my father’s pocket, declaring his love for another girl. That is when the years of cheating and family destruction began.

I grew up in a quiet, middle-class Denver community. Most of my neighbors are either families with multiple kids, or older couples whose kids are already out of the house. Most of my neighbors are also Christian white families. Therefore, my family has always stood out in this neighborhood. My mother is Hispanic and my father is Caucasian, and we are the other interracial family in my neighborhood that I know of. As stated in the Newman textbook, “About 26% of married Latino/as are married to someone of a different ethnic group. My family falls into this 26%. We also differ from the rest of my community because both of my parents work full time jobs, and my mother is the “bread winner.” Most of the women who live around us, either work part time jobs or they don’t work at all. The biggest reason we stand out is our religious beliefs. Both of my parents grew up in Catholic households, and neither of them wanted my brothers and I to grow up the same way. My parents are also divorced, and we are the children in my neighborhood that have divorced families. Most of my neighbors dislike my father because he wanted a divorce, and they have very strong religious beliefs that go against divorce. While learning about families and the set or rules and beliefs that correlate with most families, I began to realize how different my family is compared to the norms that most families follow.

I have got 4 family members and all of them are very dear and close to me. If I need to pick one family member among them to talk about, that would be my father. He works hard to make the family life painlessly. He always taught me to be a good person. So he was my hero in every story and I love him more than world.

My parents have been separated for a couple years now. My mother wasn’t happy with our family so, she went away. She isn’t there that much for my family and I. I have three siblings which, all happen to be younger than I am. I’m only 11 years old. So everything is very hard without a mother figure. One day, we got to see her but, not in the way I’d want to.

Every child says their parents are the best.n It is true, parents give us a bed to rest our heads on at night, and make sure we always have food in front of us. Daily poarents sacrefice the smalest thing asto keep their children happy. I could not agree more with that. My parents have made the greatest decisions to keep my brother and I always happy and spoiled.

Some believe that you become like the 5 people you spend the most time with. I never really believed it until I started looking at who I really was, and who those who surround me are. I realized just how alike I was to my family members, and not because of how much we look alike, but because of how similar our beliefs and attitudes are. Each and every one of them has been like a teacher to me, and I can attribute my best, and worst qualities to them. My family members have been the mold that has shaped me into who I am today.

The word community maintains an assortment of meanings for each of us. These meanings are composed from various life experiences within our communities. To me, my communities include my family, friends, schools, work, and the town I live in. My communities have had an influence on who I have become as a person and continue to influence me on a daily basis.

As Asalamalakim and I were making our way towards my new, old house I began to think of how much I have changed and how it's been years since I last saw my family. Last time I saw my mother, I was on my way to college and leaving this town. Here I am back again, but this time I wanted to be here. Seeing all the traditional things my mother had ,and at the end of the day, I would hopefully be bringing some back with me.

In high school, around my eleventh grade year, summer break was nearly a month away. I was enthusiastic about finishing the school year and embracing summer vacation which meant I would be a Senior.

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.

Growing up, I lived a calm and peaceful life in Mongolia with my mother, father, older brother and sister. My family was perfect to me, there was nothing but love between the five of us. My father always had a belief that as children, we need to be able to explore and learn without any limitations. As a young child, I remember drawing on the walls of our home and learning the alphabet from my older brother before even entering kindergarten, as well as doing simple math problems. Many parents would probably be opposed to letting their kids ruin their wallpapers, but my parents encouraged it. It was a part of my father’s beliefs; he would always say, “our home is not a museum; our kids should learn to love learning and making art”. Besides,

I remember that when my nana told me my mum had died, I didn’t really believe her. I cried because I missed her, but I was 6 at the time, and my imagination took hold of the fact that my mum wasn’t around. She was travelling across the world, buying my sister and I wonderful presents that she’d give us when she came back. She would be skydiving, swimming with dolphins, scuba diving, and she would tell me all about it when she came back, and she’d show off her tan, which was finally a natural one and she would be more excited about that than anything else. After about a month, I realised she wasn’t coming back, and in hindsight it would have been absolutely awful if my fantasy was true and my dad told me she’d died rather than went