My Family : My Life

My family is always there for me. My mom and dad support me so much. You would think that if one of your parents owned a business he would want you to work there, but my dad is the complete opposite. Yes I work there, but when I’m out of high school he wants me to go to college and do what I’m passionate for. My dad's business is a family business, so it has been passed down to him. My mom is just the best you could ever want. She keeps me organized and has lead me to be a good kid. She was always pushed me to be the best I can. I would be so different if my mom would have not kept me in line. My sister is sometimes supportive, but like most siblings she is most of the times not my favorite. My sister is very good at basketball so I try to support her the best I can with her when it comes to sports. We are very close to both of our grandparents and our cousins around us. My cousin lives about five minutes from me as well as my mom's parents. My dad's parents live about two minutes away from us. Every holiday we and my cousin's family are always up at my dad's parents house. My cousin's mom and my dad are brother and sister. I always have a great time with my

My mother, my brother, and I were on the train going to Munich. Life was already hard as it is and my brother dying certainly did not help it. It was a day in January 1939 and this was the day when I would begin a new chapter in my life.

I was never interested in having a sibling, until I had one. I always thought I would be perfectly happy on my own, just me, myself, and I. The only person I ever had to be concerned about was myself. My parents were just about always busy, and I sometimes even had to spend my days at my mom’s work office. Dad was normally always doing something and worked late. I had a good group of friends, and they were all I needed, right? But once my family adopted a little boy, I was never alone. I learned more about the meaning of family. As soon as that little boy was part of my family, I as a person, changed forever.

My family of origin is made up of the same people still in my life today. I am a part of a large family, and most us still live in the same city, therefore we are a big part of each other’s lives. My family consists of my Mother, 65 and Father, 67. I am the youngest of six children, with four brothers and one sister. My brothers from oldest to youngest are 43, 39,29, and 25 years old. My Sister is 31 and I am 21. My mother was a teacher for 35 years and is now retired, my dad still works as a Public works investigator, though will retire soon. Most of my siblings are all college educated and work in various professions. Overall, my family is a tight-knit middle-class African American family.

I believe that family is the most important thing in your life. Why you may ask ? Well I believe that it’s a part of you that is always gonna be there for you when times get tough. And it’s never going to make you feel like anything less.

It’s true that a father is a daughter’s best friend and her one and only hero. Well, mine is. Although some things have changed and it’s not like before, I still love my father. There was a tragic event that took place in my family’s life; it affected me and made me a different person after that incident. I have learned that going through hard times makes you stronger, and I want to let people know that giving up should not be an option or choice in our life. I have realized the importance of my family in my life because they are the only ones who are there for us till the end. We all should have a goal in our life because we never know what’s going to happen tomorrow. When we were a child we were not so serious about our life or

Family is irreplaceable. You can have a ton of friends, but when it comes down to it, family is more important. Family always has your back, and no matter how tough it gets they will always be there for you. If you mess with my family, you mess with me. That’s how my family works. Every family is different though.

The relationship between my grandmother and I was great in the beginning, but one day something happened that made it take a turn for the worse. Not too long ago, my grandma came to live with my family and I. At the time, my mother was pregnant with my little brother, so it would be two new additions to our family. When she came, we had a great bond and got to know each other. But then an argument we had changed everything and our bond wasn’t the same after that day.

My world was torn apart when was only 10 when my parents got a divorce it was hard on my brothers and I especially my mom who was married to my father for 10 years she didn't know what it was like to be single but through the years our family went with many difficult trials. One of the recent ones was when my mom left 2 years ago for 4 months for boot camp and my brothers and I lived with our father which was difficult , living in a two bedroom apartment with to hyper boys and having to be the step in mom while your mom is at boot camp it affect me alot so it wasn't a surprise that I had after effects from it but I kept it hidden from my mother to not make her worry. But when I had to move in late October early November it was horrible I just started my Freshman year at South and I finally was getting used to all of it when suddenly I had to move with my two brothers, my mother, and my dog into a 3 bedroom apartment from our mobile house. When I started here at Central it was so different when I went South I had to figure out the layout of the school and the only people I knew were kids from my old church and not all of them like me so it was very difficult. Especially at home both my brothers had ADHD and later diagnosed with autism the youngest one at the time if he didn’t have his meds that if he didn’t get what he wants that he would go into a fit of rage it made it difficult on my mother and I . I have a history of having depression but it didn’t get to serious in the

When i was younger i always believed that i would have the ideal family. Unfortunately that changed the moment when my mom and and dad got a divorce. At that time i was 10 years old, i didn't really understand what was going on but i knew it wasn't good. The reason they were getting a divorce was because my mom found out that my dad was having an affair.

“Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten.” This quote from the famous Disney movie Lilo and Stitch presents the true meaning of what it is to be a part of a family. As the youngest of eight children, I know from experience how the family installs our core values and personality traits. My oldest sibling is sixteen years older than me and my closest sibling is around nineteen months older than me. Being a part of a big family can be challenging, but it is also extremely rewarding. I learned a variety of life skills that most people my age are not exposed to until much later in life.

Friends are like family that you are able to choose. I never understood the truth that statement held until i met the group of people I now consider to be my best friends. For years i spent a lot of time by myself. Most of my friends were acquaintances that I only spoke to at school. As a nervous fourteen year old, high school was a lot of things in my head. Most of all it seemed lonely. My biggest fear was being all alone. Little did I know that I would acquire a bunch of loud goofballs to keep me company. My friends have become my home away from home and knowing them has changed me for the better.

From the time I was a young child through today, I have been part of a different family. A family that has similar qualities of love, understanding, growth and development, but also a family that instills leadership, resiliency, determination and giving back. This family is not just my primary family, it is my 4-H grown family. From my journey in 4-H and the teachings of this family, I have learned invaluable life lessons that have led to some of my most life- changing moments.

My family comes from a very different background between both my parents. In this family tree summary I will describe how my family emigrated from Ireland in the late 1800s and early 1900s to seek a different lifestyle. My mother and father come from very different backgrounds medically and with very different upbringings.

I remember that when my nana told me my mum had died, I didn’t really believe her. I cried because I missed her, but I was 6 at the time, and my imagination took hold of the fact that my mum wasn’t around. She was travelling across the world, buying my sister and I wonderful presents that she’d give us when she came back. She would be skydiving, swimming with dolphins, scuba diving, and she would tell me all about it when she came back, and she’d show off her tan, which was finally a natural one and she would be more excited about that than anything else. After about a month, I realised she wasn’t coming back, and in hindsight it would have been absolutely awful if my fantasy was true and my dad told me she’d died rather than went