My Experience Of My Family

When we got home I heard barks coming from the yard,I thought that was the neighbor's dogs buddy, a German shepherd,and Lucy, a golden retriever. But I decided to check the barking out, I open the door to the backyard.I saw a gorgeous chocolate lab with a ocean blue eyes,running towards me.I bend down to pet her silky fur,I could feel the warm sun on my face as I played with the puppy.I saw my dad smiling at me from the big oak tree,I cradled the puppy in my arms and walked over to my dad.I asked him “Is this puppy mine?” he

During the trip, the only thing I was thinking about was about how much I wanted a dog and how exciting it was to continue my day but with a dog to join it. The place was in a trailer park and the Lady selling the puppies seemed quite friendly and confident in her puppies that she was selling. My dad greeting us and continued discusses the advertisement that she put on craigslist. As the lady welcomed us into her house, immediately my sister and I rushed in to see 2 large cages filled with cute golden puppies. As we patiently looked at each puppy to see which one we wanted, we soon realized this could be one of the hardest decisions that we could make in our young lives. Our first choice was the most hyper puppy of them all just because he grabbed our attention. After minutes went by of just looking at puppies,

Lonely. Sad. Scary. I was a different kind of person compared to my family. I didn’t know what I wanted to do in my life. I was the one person in my family that didn’t go to college. I liked playing many sports, so I did a lot. Sports helped me clear my head and think. I played volleyball, swim, water polo, track, and field. School was important to me, but I didn’t like it because I thought it was a waste of time. I wanted to be in the Olympics for track and field, it was my dream.I had no father figure in my life, he left when I was a baby. It was just my mom, my boyfriend and I. Obviously I had other family members, but they were the main ones. My mom and I live in a little apartment right next to a grocery store.

It’s not easy to experience the loss of a loved one. It’s a time of deep sadness and sorrow that brings family and friends together to say their last good byes. I was fortunate to be able to witness a family during the passing of their loved one. It might seem insensitive to do an observation during such an intimate event. But, when I explain the reasons why I chose this particular event it will all make sense.

I didn't think life could get much tougher than living on a reservation until I got sick. In my family everyone works, we have to in order to survive.

The environment in which I was raised was very thrilling. My family and close friends have had such an impact on my life and I’ll always be so grateful for them. They are very encouraging and always keep an open mind. I’ve learned so much within my seventeen years of life. As I’ve been growing up they’ve helped me realize that It’s okay if it's not right just keep moving and don't take the melancholy parts of life too hard, always learn to be and have a sanguine attitude. They’re always proud of me no matter what I do or who I am.

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

Before I migrated to the U.S. I had a lot of friends and family. I used to live in the Philippines with my grandparents, my grandpa is 62 years young, he is a retired policeman, my grandma is a housewife. I lived with them when my parents were abroad. Moving into a foreign country can be difficult, I didn’t know much English. I had to get my grades up so that I can enter middle school in the U.S. I was a troublemaker in elementary and I needed to redeem myself so I can go to school in the U.S. We had a whole summer to get our visa, but before that we had to say our goodbyes to my relatives and friends. We had a party before we went to Manila. I felt sad when I said my goodbyes, I also was happy at the same time.

For twenty years I have lived in my current family of origin.  Since I have not yet left, I have no other family with which to personally compare it.  I was born into a rather small two-parent household with my immediate family consisting of only me and my parents.  While independent, we all have close, personal relationships with each other.  I feel I had a secure attachment style.  I would consider my family to be rather “standard” and “normal” and would certainly describe it as traditional.  Most of my grandparents, aunts, and uncles live in the same community as I do, or within a short drive.  My parents are in their late 40’s and the age range of my entire family unit ranges from twelve to

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly

It was a beautiful white German Shepherd that I named Chivero. Over the course of that dog's life I bonded and loved that dog so much. He was family to me; he was like the brother I never had but the one that I cared for. It was one of the happiest times in my life. Then he got sick and died. It broke my heart so much; I was so devastated. I constantly cried and entered into a small depression for months. I still think about him to this day, exactly 3 years after he died. He was all I had and then one day he was gone. What made it worse was that I had no one to guide me out of this sad point in my life. Not one family member ever felt the need to ask how I was doing. I was alone for a very long time.

My family is as close as peas in a pod. I have four siblings; three sisters and a brother. My oldest sister, Brianne, is 23, my second oldest sister, Stacia, is 21, my brother, Kelton, is 18, and my little sister, Shaney, is 12. When I was younger, I never understood why I had to spend so much time with my family. I wanted to be adventurous, do my own thing, and talk to my friends. Whenever we went on family vacations I had a spectacular time, but I took the family time for granted. It seemed like I would have forever to spend with my family. To my young, naïve brain, it seemed like forever would never end. However, forever is not nearly as long as I thought it would be.

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.

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.

Every child’s dream is to go to Disneyland where they will experience a dream of a lifetime. One moment I want to experience again is when my family took me to Disneyland especially when my father was still alive. My father died of pancreatic cancer when I was five years old, but I did not understand the concept of his death, so I did not feel any sadness or grief for him until I was eight years old where I finally understood the impact of his death which struck me to tears. I have heard mostly good things from my mother and other close relatives who have said he was a good man who truly loved his family and wanted the best for us. What I want to change in this experience is to give thanks to my parents, show more love