My Family : My Dad

Life is never an easy and smooth road, we are bound to hit that bumpy and tough spot. No family is perfect as well as no person is perfect. When we finally hit that rough spot, my family became closer and stronger than we had ever been. With my father in the hospital and my mother visiting constantly, coming in and out of the house, we went through a realization when even his own brother did not come and visit him, only those closest to us matter. After we went through that rough moment, our relationship as a family became closer. We knew that we could rely and trust each other.

My family is the thing I love the most no matter what I will never have hate for my blood. They help me with school, baseball, money, and rides to go anywhere. They have times where they say no but I know it's for reasons. They can’t get me everything but I still love

Families have played a crucial role in the formation of civilization since the beginning of time. Although the definition of what a family consists of has constantly changed and evolved, the main idea behind the raising and continuation of the human race has always been the primary goal. As different individuals and groups have risen to power- and fallen from it- there have been different political and economic shifts that have impacted the ideals behind family. Oftentimes, people would be highly impacted by such worldly changes and it would create personal problems leading to emigration as well as other hardships. Mills discusses the way that personal troubles are often contrasted with public issues even though they typically intertwine or relate in one way or another.

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

This famous quote by princess Diana always clicks into my mind when I hear the word family.. Families do have to face quarrels and struggles in life but the most important thing is that they have to face it with full strength and patience. These deep relationships carry lots of baggage and hurt as well. All the people in this world have to face complexities and conundrums of familial love . It once happened with me too . Sometimes these problem get into such big issues but sometimes people get over it because of the close and inseparable bond that exists. No matter what happens between them , the people in a family never drift apart. I sometimes wonder that there are some lucky people who are the part of such type of families.

My family has a history in this town and it all started when my Great-grandparents moved to the Great town of Columbus Indiana, from Germany. Why the settled here in the early 1900s I couldn’t give you an answer for that, but I am sure glad they did. My Great grandpa Fred purchased the piece of land that I still live on to this day in 1932. He was also the owner of the Suhre inn right in downtown of Columbus, which is now the county building where my aunt works. Then in 1940 he and his one and only child Linda, or for me “Meme.” Who was one of the biggest role models in my life, and taught me how to live a good life. She was the one that taught me how to treat others. She wasn’t all talk if she ever said anything she made sure she could back it up.

Have you ever put your trust, and love in someone’s hands and they betrayed you? Well, I did at just three years old I met my mom's boyfriend, who I would call dad at five years old. Through the first three years of my life, it had always been my mother and me against the whole world. But at three years old a man came into our lives who would change our entire lives whether for the good or for the bad. This man feigned to be a great father to my family, although he was the love of my mother’s life. He was and is still the only Dad I know, the man who showed me how cruel, and heartless someone could be. Through the first years of my life up until I was nine years old I was the happiest and joyful girl in the entire world, filled with the love of a mother and a father. But soon that would change after the man I gave all my trust and love, who promised to protect me from all evil betrayed me by sexually assaulting me at just nine years old. At just nine years old my voice was taken away from me and I became trapped within myself because I did not want to lose the love of my mother. I kept this ongoing assault to myself up until I was fourteen years old. And my whole life changed because not only did I expose a truth that I knew the rest of my family sided with my step-father the “Dad” I knew, the Dad that was supposed to love and care for my mother and me. He was a monster to my mother and me, but an angel to the rest of society. According to my family a responsible, strong,

would hurt me so much seeing my friend’s dads be there for them while mine was nowhere around. The question of why was I not good enough popped up into my head multiple times. My mom would always tell me that it was my dad’s loss. He was missing out on my life.

Growing up as a Mexican-American was extremely difficult for me. Unfortunately, I was born into a society were divorce was uncommon or looked down upon. Therefore, I wasn’t raised in a “stable” or “normal” family, which usually consists of a father and mother. Instead, my family was rather “odd,” it only consisted of four people; me, my single mother, my eldest brother, who is five years older than me, and my other brother, who is only two years older than me. The problem with my family, was that we did not practice “hardcore” Mexican traditions. For instance, Mexicans teach their children Spanish as their first language. This was not the case when we were being raised. My mother worked long shifts at a bank, therefore my grandparents played a significant parental role while I was growing up. My grandparents were not necessarily old, they had my mother when they were twenty years old and my mother had me when she was thirty. Thus, they were rather “young” for them to be the stereotypical Mexican grandparents.

Family is very important to me. Without them, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I was born in silver spring Maryland which is a pretty diverse place. Compared to others around me I have a small family. My family includes my younger sister who is 16, my mom, and our dog Mikey. Also included in my household is my mom’s husband and his daughter. Note how I didn’t say they were my family. I don’t really consider them family. They don’t really exist to me. As the oldest out of my sister and I, I have to take on a lot of responsibilities and make sure that I set a good example for my sister to follow. Since my sister and I are close in age we bump heads a lot and get into many arguments because sometimes she feels like I’m trying to be her mother and tell her what to do.

What is your family like? How many siblings did you grow up with ? So many people get to grow up with both parents and with siblings or without any. For me that was not the case. I got to grow up with my mom who is amazing but having a father figure was semi hard. My parents were together until i was two and then things hit a bump. They separated and i was too young to realize what was going on nor did i know who my father really was. As i grew older the picture got clearer. In the beginning of my life things were great i did not mind having to go back and forth to my parents house. My dad still came around for my birthday parties and they made things work. I thought everything was great and i was living the perfect life. I was two at the time and chocolate and babydolls is what i called perfect.

The most important thing for me in my life is my family. Although we are separated during the week, we would hardly see each other. Deep down they are the reason why I look forward to Fridays and Sundays. These days are not just any ordinary day of the week for me and my family. My two beloved aunts Maria and Luz come to visit me and my mother, most of the time we go out of town, which makes the rest of the day go by very fast. Then what we usually do during the week.

My family has its ups and downs sometimes, but we have pulled each other through it. My parents have allowed me to get a better education by letting me come to PCA. They are proud of me because I have furthered my education. My parents were happy that I decided to take a college English class to get some of those credits out of the way. My parents do a lot for me, and I try to what they need me to do. They want the best for me and my sister so they work hard for us to have the best. My sister drives me crazy sometimes, but we get along somewhat. She does gymnastics and I do volleyball, so we never really see each other because we are in two different places.

Prior to the semester starting, my family and I flew to my county of origin Colombia. My grandfather was undergoing an emergency surgery. My mother and I feared that something unfortunate would happen to him. My stay in Colombia was only 7 days I came back the ## then school had started the next day. Despite the fact that my grandpa came out surgery in good health, I was still distracted because I returned to America alone, while my mother and step father stayed for an additional 2 weeks to care for my grandfather post op. On the day that I was supposed to pick up my parents at the airport I received a call from my mother telling me that spirit will not let Ricco my step-father fly due to his resident card was expired. My mother went to the American council to see how this could be fixed, they responded telling her Ricco my stepfather will no longer be a resident of America or be allowed back to the United States due to traveling with an expired residency. My mother calls me hysterical, crying saying ricco is not allowed back and what we were going to do?

The most important thing for me in my life is my family. Although we are separated during the week, we would hardly see each other. Deep down they are the reason why I look forward to Fridays and Sundays. These days are not just any ordinary day of the week for me and my family. My two beloved aunts Maria and Luz come to visit me and my mother, most of the time we go out of town, which makes the rest of the day go by very fast. Then what we usually do during the week.