My Family And Your Family

The mother in “The Other Family”, by Himani Bannerji, has numerous static traits. Perhaps one of her most dominant traits being affection. It is clear various times in the text that she is affectionate when she felt “sorry that she was putting such a heavy burden on such young shoulders” (Bannerji 2). Before, she had also said that she did not want “frighten [her daughter]”(Bannerji 2). She even manifests panic just from thinking of potentially losing her daughter. Her second most evident trait is loneliness. The mother displays loneliness when she sometimes is “unsettled” with the news contained in “letters that [arrived] from home”(Bannerji 1). This could most likely be that the letters may be about certain people or things she misses from

I have trust issues, but when I giving someone everything they toss it away like nothing, something inside of me breaks. I think what hurts the most is when I give my all to someone, through thick and thin, there for them, I stick with them, no matter what. Then one day they just give up. They won't even fight for me, unlike how I did. The one thing I never have done they did with no hesitation. This is why I have trust issues, I give my 100% in everything yet that person won’t even care. As if whatever we had was never a thing? People give up too quickly but I give in so easily. Life is unfair, it seems like I’m giving everyone everything and they're just walking away with it. Sometimes giving someone a second chance is like giving someone an extra bullet for the gun because they missed the first time. I have had many bad experiences with friendship in the past, just don't want to struggle with anymore, that’s why I have had one true friend for the past ten years,

Generations upon generations of people have been thriving in Spanish speaking countries. Cuba is no different, through traditional clothing and special holidays they always are in tune with the past. With flamboyant traditional attire, that rivals the suns bright color and Spring flowers, coupled with fun to watch free flowing up beat music like Guaguancó or Pachanga, the Cuban culture is very exciting. In order to start to describe my family ties with Cuba, I will use an analogy: With every spin of a vibrant dress it seems as if the hands of time slowly turn back time. As the clock goes back so does my family history. In the early 1920's my great grandmother and her family made the trip from Spain to Cuba. Ever since then my family has had bearings

“Don’t listen to them,” my grandmother said as she wiped the tears from my face and ran her fingers through my long, black hair. I remember the constant teasing from my peers in elementary school. Growing up in a predominately white neighborhood, my family and I were looked at differently because we were “people of color.” All of the parents who would drop their children off for school in the morning would stare at my father. Growing up, it was incredibly difficult to figure out who I was because I was Mexican and Caucasian with a Puerto Rican step father who raised me since I was three. Thus, his culture heavily influenced me as well. At family parties I was spoken to in English and Spanish with both Mexican and Puerto Rican dialects.

I always find myself questioning if a person’s actions are pure or deceitful. Since this incident, I have always questioned other people’s intentions, not necessarily on purpose, but self-consciously as a way to protect myself. Therefore, it’s difficult for me to get close to others. This is because I believe, if I couldn’t trust one of the closest people in my life, then how could I trust a complete stranger. In fact, I only have a couple of people in my life, other than my family, that I trust more than others. Provided that there are people I trust more than most, they still don’t have my complete

There I was, getting off the airplane in the Dominican Republic, anxious to visit my family especially my grandfather due to the fact that I had not seen him for about three years. On our way to his house I was so exited. I was 12 at the time. Once we got to his house, I saw him and went to give him a hug but the problem was the plain look that he had on his face once he saw me as if he did not recognize me. I thought to myself maybe he is sick, but then that can not be possible because he recognized my mom and dad. My mom told him, “you don’t recognize your grandson?” He then said “No, who is that?” It was from that moment on that I noticed that my grandfather had Alzheimer’s disease. My mom explained to me everything, and I still remember asking her “so he will never remember me again?” According to her, it may be possible that he recognizes me another day, but she was not sure. Alzheimer’s Disease is categorized as one of the diseases that completely destroys the brain cells leading to major problems with memory, one’s way of thinking and one’s behavior. I know it was not my grandfather’s fault, and I know he did not mean to forget me, but this is what Alzheimer’s does, it steals an individual from his or her memory and independence. Alzheimer’s disease is a devastating disorder that effects one’s brain in a way that causes one’s personality to change and his or her behavior towards the families and caregivers to change the individuals.

having to go behind those who once helped to take care of you to make sure they have

My life was split over two distinct culture as my family moved back and forth between Syria and the United States. My family immigrated to the U.S. in the early eighties and moved back to Syria two years after I was born. I completed my first and second grades in Syrian public schools before immigrating to the United States in 2001. I was first placed in english second language classes, which I completed in 9 months. I then continued my fourth grade in regular classrooms. These two years exposed me to various cultures, ethnicities, and backgrounds. I interacted with people from all around the world, which cultivated my cultural awareness and shaped my identity. However, I was harassed several times because of my ethnic and religious background. A student once told me “go back to your country, we don’t want you here”. It had never occurred to me that I was perceived as foreign even though I am a U.S. citizen.

I’m not entirely sure who has been able to guess this minor fact about me, although I think it may be only slightly obvious. I have serious trust issues. Where they stem from one could only guess. It could be from humanity’s uncanny ability to show a magnificent display of its love for betrayal and watching those around me find their role of Julius Caesar. In my long and (quite frankly) emotionally disappointing career as a student, I have watched ‘friends’ psychologically destroy and humiliate each other time and time again.

Trust no one. It all started on my eighth birthday party. I was having my party at the firehouse, and I walked into the kitchen to see my parents fighting. Their fight wasn’t one of those we’ll-get-over-it-in-a-couple-minutes fights. I could see the pain in their eyes. The hatred between them was like a hurricane: dangerous, treacherous, and painful. My heart felt broken.

Just like any other immigrants coming to the United States, my family was in search for a better life. My parents both came from Asia; my dad was from China and my mom was from Japan. Being a first-generation American, I was considered Nisei. I lived in San Jose California and stayed there my whole life. My parents were hard working people and showed me what it meant to be truly American. I was an only child and was twelve years old when the United States was attacked by the Japanese military. My dad owned a store and my mom helped Japanese people come to America. She would provide temporary housing. I always remember playing with the kids coming from Japan, I could never understand them but they were really nice. After a few months they would pick up a few words. The neighborhood kids loved playing with them as well their parents. Every now and then my family and other Niseis would experience some forms of discrimination, like waiting in lines longer at the movies, stores, and restaurants. Not to mention that all kinds of cultures received the same treatment. But for some reason the African American group had it a little harder than we did.

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Starting with the first stage trust versus mistrust which occurs in children from birth to one and a half years of age, my family which includes my mother, grandmother, and grandfather, have always made sure that I felt safe and loved. They were always there waiting for me at the bottom of the slide, holding onto me in the pool, and never far if I fell and broke skin. Because of them, I developed a deep trust for those in my family. On the other end of the spectrum, my mother and I were attacked in our home and because

Did you ever encounter a situation that has changed your view on life? Whether it be something that happened to you or someone very close to you. Sometimes i do not think that people fully understand what an impact they have on other people. About four years ago i thought the best thing that could ever happen, happened to me. Until later years, i found out that it would end up being the thing that would hurt me the most in life. I used to think trust was a cut and dry situation, but it is different in every case. Trust plays a big role in most people’s life and when you break that trust there is not much a person can do to gain it back. I am one of those people that either give all or no trust with my personal feelings.

I grew up in a household slightly different from the average household. This abnormal household showed me that no matter the family unit someone can have a positive influence in their life that will push them to achieve their goals. We lived in Maryland so the cost of living was high my parents had to work multiple jobs. This means my brother and I really had little to none parental or supervision growing up. I am only four years younger than my brother so I would hang with his crowd of friends rather than mine. In my household, my mother’s niece, Monet lived with us she is about ten years older than my brother. When my brother and I would wake up and I would be the only person in the house. I can remember waking up and smelling the freshly cooked waffles and bacon downstairs. Monet was my mother’s brother, daughter. Monet became so close to my brother Avery and I she was almost as if she was our sister. I can remember growing up and she would always say, “You don't have to take the route I took, its many more exits on the highway.” Even though I was young I was not blind to the fact of Monet role in the community and her neighborhood job I never judged her, she did what she had to do to make ends meet. It was an experience every day, or anytime being with Monet. She was so popular around Maryland it was almost like everywhere we went we received respect love. Now that I look back at the past, I see that Monet has taught me a lot that I know and live by today. I could