My Family Is My Dad

I woke up, it was Monday the first day of school at Cupertino Middle School. I got up and took in the eye shattering light from the Sun's burning rays, and got ready for middle school being careful to make every little detail perfect like my hair, shirt, and of course school supplies.

Although your family is supposed to know you best & help you, they can sometimes do the opposite. In the book The Scarlet Ibis doodle’s brother did not respect doodle with his disability, because back then disabled people were seen as useless. Whenever brother had to go somewhere he had to take doole with him and he made him feel bad for it. This excerpt is an excerpt from the book, “to discourage his coming with me, I’d run with him across the ends of cotton rows and careem him around corners on two wheels. Sometimes I accidentally turned him over, but never told mama.” this excerpt proved that he did not care for doodle and he just treated him like another one of his play toys. “ one day I took doodle up to the barn loft and showed him his casket, telling him we all had believed he would die… doodle studied the mahogany box for a long time then said ‘it's not mine’, ‘it is’ I said ‘ and before i’ll help you down from the loft, you are going to have to touch it’. ‘I won’t touch it he said sullenly. ‘ then i will leave you buy yourself’ I threatened, and made it as if I were going down.” This excerpt show how mean brother was to doodle and how much he brought him down and made him feel less than he really was. Family can also push you to hard, leading to sometimes deadly outcomes like

Families, as units, are extremely complex and vary drastically from one another. A person might be under the impression that his or her own family is nothing special, especially if they are accustomed to their family’s routines. After analyzing my own family through the sociological lenses of an assortment of scholars, it is now clear that it is not as simple as it seems. Sociologically analyzing my family through the divorces that have occurred in my life makes it clear that divorce can have an impact on a variety of family dynamics, such as my parents and their jobs and domestic duties, the amount of involvement they have with their friends and family, as well as my financial dependence on my parents.

First, a little background on my family. I have two older brothers, the first born is 16 years older than me and the other is 14 years older. I also have a big sister who is 13 years older than me. Then came me. My mother had had a few pregnancies between us which caused the gap. When I was born, all my siblings were well into their teens. I was spoiled, treated like royalty even. My life was

Growing up with my siblings was very challenging. I was the only girl with three brothers and we had plenty of fights growing up; in the meantime my mom was a single parent for a short time. We misbehaved, as far as not listening and not doing what we were told to do, therefore times had changed when my mom started dating my step-father, James. When James dated my mother, he was very understanding and helpful to her. As their relationship progressed, my youngest brother was born. James was very strict on us children, or at least we thought that he was mean, in the meantime James kept us in line, like any good father would do. There was a total of six of us in the family eventually, I was the chosen one who always had to do the cooking.

This incident started when I was around two years old. In my house, I am the youngest out of my two siblings and because I was the youngest, I received what many people called “special” treatment. This is common within all families that have multiple children; the youngest child would always get spoiled and focused on the most. At first, the attention seemed normal; at two years old, I was not capable of doing many of the things that I do today. As I got older, I got accustomed to this sort of treatment and in my head, I thought that this was how all parents should raise their children. I am not trying to bring down my parents or any other parents who spoil their children. In the perspective of the parents, it may seem impossible for their

The rest of the day went by as normal. I went to classes and took notes. School makes up most of my life. Then I went home and did homework and that was basically my day.

The relationship in my family was dysfunctional. Nobody could get a long for at least one day. In my family there is the mother, two sisters, and a brother. There is a “step-dad” in and out of our lives. Out of all three of us kids, we all had separate fathers. None of them really acted their part. We would be lucky if one of our dads even called. Basically we have one parent. It has always been

Back home I have two brothers, my mom and step dad. My brothers are named David and Diego, six and thirteen years old. I am the oldest sibling and my mother's first born child. I get along with my step dad and me and my brothers always argue like most families. My Step father's name is David and he is a baker. My mom usually stays at home but she is a street vendor and goes to festivals in New York and New Jersey. My family use to drag me with them to festivals and work since I was around 12. This caused me to resent them because I saw other kids enjoying their summer and staying out late. However now I understand that they tried to teach me responsibility and needed my help.

I am an international student, I arrived to the United States in January 2011 with only part of my family. For almost five years, we did not own anything we either walked or had to ask relatives for a ride. We lived in the house of several uncles, and even lived for months in our neighbors' house. My mother was the head of the family, she worked only evening and night shifts at restaurants earning only money to pay my uncles the rent. My only entertained day was on Sunday when my mom’s aunt took us to church and later went to buy a one-dollar sandwich. My father could not do anything to improve our situation, he worked as a blueprints reader and earned a low salary in Mexico. A year ago, my father became permanent resident and started working

The day started like any other day. I woke up then I woke up my little brother in his room. We both ate breakfast at home and then got on the school bus to go to school. While at school, my mother called the school to tell me had had to stay longer

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

I was seven years old when I was told that the parents who raised me were not my biological parents. I clearly remember the day that my aunt reveled the story how become her child. The story begun with her intellectual and revolutionary younger brother decided to become the president of Ethiopian Airlines Labor Union, who stood against the military dictatorship Ethiopian government. My dad was one of the leaders who coordinated a peaceful declaration for strike asking the government to give the power to the people. My dad, became the one of the most wanted for a campaign of mass killings called Red Terror, after seven people were shot and about 300 employees were arrested at her work place. The Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (2015P) reports, “Estimates for the total number of people killed in the Red Terror range from 50,000to 140,000 to over one and a half million”, which included several universities students, educated and professional young men and women.

This study will have a focus on the family problems associated with partner conflicts that normally lead to family breakages and divorce. In addition, other factors associated with this phenomenon will be highlighted and considered as some of the variables in the study. For example, it is important for the researcher to consider the effect marriage breakages and divorce on the children’s psychological, mental and moral well being as some of the effects of divorce as the study topic (Fincham, 2009). The study will also consider and focus on these factors as social problems and not just specific issues in certain families. All the participants in the study population will receive a similar set of questionnaires in order to limit the study to the specific study topic, area and population.

I grew up in a three bedroom, one bathroom house with my mother and four brothers along with a neighborhood full of kids (mostly boys). I have three older brothers; 10, 9, and 8 years older and one brother who is three years younger than me. My older brothers all joined the service as they turned of age, therefore it created a split upbringing for me. Up until I was 8, I was treated as the baby sister and my younger brother and I were constantly dragged to my older brother’s friends’ houses. My mother worked quite a bit, therefore, my eldest brother was in charge of the rest of the clan, however, he usually delegated one of the other two brothers to watch me my younger brother. Which is why I learned to play poker at a very young age, even though I’m still not good at bluffing my opponents. After I turned eleven, all of my older