My Family In The 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

In 1971, New York Times columnist Fred Ferretti wrote an article about a new television series called All in the Family. Ferretti asked, whether or not if racism and bigotry were considered funny and he concluded that it was not and as a result believed that the show was lacking good taste. Apparently, the television viewers of America disagreed. Running from 1971 to 1979, All In The Family wasn’t the first television series to tackle major issues on a major network, but what was innovative about the series, was that is that it hewed its situational comedy from topical issues, and it explored them through characters we got to know and cared about every week. Simply put, All in the Family wasn’t just a great situational comedy; it as was an ongoing national conversation rooted in well-written, well-acted and multifaceted characters.

1. Family Dollar Implementing a Retail Strategy Family Dollar is one of the fastest growing discount store chains in the United States. During the last ten years, more than 4,000 new stores have been added to the chain, of which over half were added in the last five years. The merchandising strategy that drives this growth provides customers with good values on basic merchandise for the family and home in a small-box, neighborhood format. Its merchandise is sold at everyday low prices in a no frills, convenient, self-service environment. Most merchandise is priced under $10.00. Stores are located in a contiguous 44-state area ranging northeast to Maine, southeast to Florida, as

“And he will be missed” We went to New Mexico a few years ago for my uncle James’ funeral and this is how they ended it.. It wasn’t much of a funeral because it was at the Moose Lodge. This is sort of like a pub bar thing. It had shuffleboard and pool but we aren’t aloud to get the pieces for it because we weren’t of age to go up to the bar. They had people food and they had an open bar and a shot in front of his ashes. “He looks a little dry, should I give him the shot?” My mom asked my uncle Jackie, all us thought she was funny, Jackie, Val, and Charlie didn’t seem to think she was funny. So my sisters Hayley and Mikayla, my cousins Heather Grace and Victoria, my cousin’s husband David, her step son Zay, and me played shuffle board the whole time we were there. When we left we went back to my aunt’s ex-husband’s,Joe, house because that was where we were staying. The 6 adults were outside while us 5 kids were inside playing games. They were there all night and when they finally left my sisters and Victoria watched The Breakfast Club, I was out like a light that night. When we woke up the next day my dad had already been to the gas station to pick up coffee because Joe doesn’t have a coffee maker which was problem for my family. After everyone was finally ready, we went over to my uncle Steve’s “house”, it is a mobile home. WE spent the morning there, we even got to take a few of my uncle James’ pocket knives, I took like 3, he made them all the time

There are things more important than money in life. As the days pass by, someone dies or is born. There are some who live their lives with nowhere to call home.Dreaming of having a place to sleep and eat and be comfortable at. There are some who live their lives, knowing that the next day they won’t be able to wake up. Hoping that they get to stay alive another day to feel the warmth of the sunshine on their face, to smell the freshly made breakfast, and to be healthy again. And there are those who live their lives with no family, dying to know how it feels to be embraced by your parents. Some people never experienced having a family. Some people, including kids were never able to stay healthy. And some people never experienced what a roof on top of their heads would be like. I am thankful to have a home where I feel secure. I am thankful to be in a healthy condition. I am thankful to have a family.

My family may not be the tightest, or richest, but my parents love me and would do anything for me. My parents made me who I am, my mom told me to be humble and never judge a person because who knows what that person has been through. On the other hand there's my dad, who taught me a lot about the real world, and life is not as easy as I thought and you'll need money to have a decent life, so stay in school, because school the only way for a better life. My oldest brother probably taught me the most though. He tells me about sports and who got traded or hurt, he tells me about politics. They are the reason I am me. After all, if I was raised by my uncle, I think I wouldn't even think about going to college, I would prolly live in Norwood all my life following in his footsteps, but I wasn't, I was raised by two supporting parents, who wants me to have a better life than them and will make sure I will. My family made me who I am, with my dad lectures about me needing to work for what I want, to my mom's kindness and showing me how to treat others no matter who they are.

Family is one of the most important parts of life. When you have a piece of that missing, you always wonder what could be different. When I was little i always looked up to my uncles and my best friend was my papa. I wanted to do everything with them but because of my uncle’s job in the armed forces we didn’t see him as much as we liked but that made our time together even better. I would go everywhere with my papa and when my cousins were in North Carolina I wanted to do everything with them. I didn’t know that our family tree was just a little more complicated than I thought. It was something that would affect me forever.

Now for the part we're all waiting for, the siblings. My oldest sibling Daniel (32), this is one of the three siblings that totally excluded themselves out of the family. Right out of high school he closed all contact from my Dad and all the kids that still resided with him. Needless to say, I am the only kid that hasn’t talked to him. Next, Chase (30) I have a very distinct relationship with him only because when I look and talk to him it feels like I’m talking to my Dad. Like my Dad, he chooses his favorite siblings and the specific ones he wants to have a relationship with and like you can guess I’m not included in that group. Three years ago Chase decided to get into drugs and misuse them and I talked to him asking if his life was that bad that he had to turn to heroin for an escape and he just sat there with no response that is the one conversation that will stick with me till I die. Now the second most impactful sibling Rochelle(29) she gets me through thick and thin when it comes to my parents and calms me down when I need it the most. She has made me who I am and will always be by my side till I die. She has been in a total of six car totaling accidents since my birth because she suffers from Schizencephaly which is a rare birth defect where slits or clefts are formed in the cerebral hemispheres of the brain and causes her to have periodic seizures. Next, we hit Cole (27) my relationship could be stronger but it's not weak. I only see him maybe once or twice every

Everyone has their story. What makes them unique and special? Where did they come from? What made them the way they are ? For me it is that I grew up faster than most. It started when I was little, I always wanted to do my own hair. The thing I always said was, “I can do it myself.” If anyone tried to help I would still say the same thing. It then continued when my parents got a divorce. I was very young; around six and a half years old. When this happened I did not know what to  feel but I was still a happy, cheerful kid. I now realize that family is very valuable and can change in a heartbeat. The idea of family to me means people who would do almost anything for you and you would do the same. After the divorce, when at my dad’s, I had to help take care of my younger brother. I would help him dress, brush his teeth, and make food. I now value what my mom does and did when I was a kid more because taking care of my little brother was difficult.

There are 3 things you never sacrifice: your dignity, your heart, but most important, your family. Trust is a very hard thing for people to earn from me, especially since i only associate myself with my family. My family consists of my mom, dad, sister, my 4 dogs, 4 aunts & uncles, 2 grandma’s & grandpa’s, & 10 cousins (3 are older, the rest are younger). There are really REALLY close friends of my family that i consider to be apart of it. Ever since my brain damage, i’ve cut ties w/ everyone, even today i keep people at arms length. You get betrayed, heartbroken, hurt so many times that you just… shut everyone out. Ever since my brain damage, i’ve been really paranoid, but rightfully so. I’ve got a lot of enemies, it gets exhausting to keep up with them all. Nobody likes being hurt by the people you call your friends, especially me. Ever since then & even to date back all the way to when i was 11 years old, i always tried to make myself look strong. By doing this, i locked my own heart in a suit of armor, so that it would never break ever again. It may sound like i’m going to end this by saying i’ve gotten better at trusting people, that i’m happier & able to hold onto friends easier but unfortuately that hasn’t happened yet. The only way it can happen is if i let it happen, & that’s not happening any time soon.

Three years ago, I was going through stacks of pictures I had scattered around in my nightstand and by chance, I came across a picture of my sister, my grandma, my mom and I at an ice cream place in Germany, it sparked a fire inside of me and memories of my grandfather and I flooded my mind. My Grandpa was a great man. From his bold monopoly man moustache to the pearls that radiated under it, he always managed to liven every room he was in, even though he was hard working. He prided himself because he owned a taxi service and a delivery service which are really popular. They lived in Frankfurt, Germany in a palatial home, with a spiral staircase and an awesome junk room where my sister and I would play in for hours. It was the best, they had the most savoury delectables but it would never amount to the Volksfest. Volksfest was my favorite part about visiting because going to get ice cream with my grandpa and the rest of my family was what made life worth living and being appreciated. We usually visited a couple of times whenever we had the chance.

In my family there are six people in total. I have my parents, two older brothers and a twin sister. To tell you a little bit about my family members I am going to start with my parents. My parents are divorced with my mother living in Tennessee with her new husband, and my father is still single living in Florida. My oldest brother Aaron is twenty-eight years old and lives in the state of Georgia. My second oldest brother is Caleb and he is with me here in California at college as well. Next is my twin sister Loreon and she is living in the state of Florida with her husband and baby girl with them expecting another baby in the summer. Then there is me Linsey the youngest in my family by two minutes, I am twenty-two and I am studying really to get to Japan.

I come from a family of eight, two boys and four girls, of which I was the youngest. We had a Christian based home, where my father was strict but my mom was the nurturer in the family. My mother was an awesome woman, she had such inner, physical and spiritual strength, although both parents played a big part in our spiritual instruction, the memory of mom’s example of faithful prayer and dependence on God’s strength, impacted me the most.

There was a family who came to the school as we were leaving out who wanted to see a counselor to discuss familial issues. We were walking to the car when the attendance keeper ran us down to come back for a parent. The counselors were all busy with some in meetings, covering classes, etc. Our student came in upset that morning. The mother, daughter, and cousin wanted to debrief the school on what happened the night before. The parents are going through finalizing divorce and a custody battle. They had two children together, our student, and their son, which was the topic of the meeting. The judge ordered that the son go with the father and the daughter with the husband. Previously, the mom had the daughter, son, and live in nephew. After the judges’ order, the little boy, still in elementary school, was separated from everyone in the family besides his father. He was the only child in the house. This is just some of the information gathered from our family meeting where they vented their concerns.

Greg has always been my “knight in shining armor,” and he remains this protector and guide today, after thirty years of marriage to me, and after being the father of two beautiful girls, eighteen years apart. In fact, returning from a recent vacation, Rachel, our youngest daughter said, “After you two die, how will I get around?” Her question is profound—and haunting. However, Greg laughed, “On a bicycle, I guess.”