My Family : My Life

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.

My family is deemed to be what is referenced as a nuclear family. A father, mother, and their offspring biological and adopted living together under one household. My family was of low socioeconomic status and due to this position, we were raised in a low-income neighborhood. However, that did not affect how my mother and father reared their family. I am the third child in a family of five. My role in the family was that of a helper to my mother of household duties and a caretaker of my younger siblings. My parents did a wonderful job of nurturing my siblings and I by providing a faith based structure that gave each of us a solid foundation. My parents ingrained strong ethics, values and traditions in my

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.

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 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.

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.

There are many aspects of this picture that tell you a story about my family. First, and probably the most obvious, is that we enjoy spending quality time together during sporting events. Whether its a third grade baseball game, high school football game, or a professional NHL game, sports are a way that our family communicates. This picture was during one of the NHL games we went to in Boston. A big part of all my family members childhoods included competitive sports, so its something we all find common ground on. Part of the reason for this is because we are not huge talkers. You will never find my family sitting around chit-chatting for hours, that just isn’t our personality. We talk and communicate better when there is something to watch and engage with. This is especially true with the male figures in my family.

I must have been about 4 years old when my family and I came across a cat, he was black and white in color and dirty from being outside. He was standing in the middle of a dirt road and froze in fear when our car pulled up to him. My mother, seeing as she is rather courageous, decided she wanted to save him. My grandmother was very much against this idea, what if he's sick, what if he has rabies? This is one of my earliest memories so my recollection of this is like a dream, just bits and pieces crocheted into one mishmash of a story. I say this because after that point the next thing I remember is being at home with this cat and they had put him in the sink to wash him. He looked rather young and was thin, I couldn't tell you if that was because he was outside or if that was because he was wet, maybe both. I also couldn't tell you if they took him to the vet and got him checked out, and as sure as I am that they are responsible enough to do that, I couldn't tell you for sure. They later named him Gus. Yes, like an old man, I wonder how my younger self felt about it, I kind of like it now.

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

All my life, I have always made sure that family is a key part of my life. My grandparents were always my closest family besides my parents and brother. I never really had any cousins to hang out with, so a lot of my free time would be spent with my grandparents. When I was in elementary school, I would always walk from my grandmother’s house in the morning to school. I did this every day, and over the years it made us a lot closer. I have always tried to be close with all my family members. I’m extremely happy I always had this attitude, because in a blink of an eye it can all change.

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.

Looking back on my childhood, the experiences that have shaped and molded into the person I am today were immensely influenced from my mother. Women from vast cultures are expected to be subordinate and tend to be oppressed by the men in their lives, and this was no different in my mother’s case coming from a Latin culture. Growing up, I witnessed my mother being subjected to the traditional gender role that handicapped her in gaining her own independence outside of my father. She was expected to be submissive, stay home, raise the children, clean the house, have dinner waiting when my father got home. She wasn’t “allowed” to work because my father didn’t want her interacting with other men, nor did he want her to earn her own money because this would make her less dependent of him. Yet it was common knowledge that my father had extramarital affairs and everyone turned a blind eye. She had to ask for permission before leaving the house and in the instances that she didn’t, it always resulted in hostile arguments between them where I would fear for the safety of my mother.

For twenty years I have lived in my current family of origin.  Since I have not yet left, I have no other family with which to personally compare it.  I was born into a rather small two-parent household with my immediate family consisting of only me and my parents.  While independent, we all have close, personal relationships with each other.  I feel I had a secure attachment style.  I would consider my family to be rather “standard” and “normal” and would certainly describe it as traditional.  Most of my grandparents, aunts, and uncles live in the same community as I do, or within a short drive.  My parents are in their late 40’s and the age range of my entire family unit ranges from twelve to

“I need to speak to you. Everyday I go to school and kids just bully me because I walk weird,” I bawled.

Family is nothing but important, they are the roots of who you are, and they keep you grounded. No one will ever be around to support the many successes that you will encounter in life as much as family will be. Of course, family can be more than just blood but the most important bonds that you share in your life. The everlasting relationship my grandma and I possessed will always be the most wonderful bond I will ever hold. Growing up with her from time to time lead to a few moments of losing my mind but what kind of relationship would it be if I didn’t annoy her from time to time as well. Everyone loved her and whenever she wandered into a room, everyone smiled as if the time they last saw her were long years ago. I aspire to be such a wonderfully brilliant human being like my grandma. All the people that she touched in her well lived life, experienced nothing but warmness and genuine kindness from the bottom of her heart. All my life, growing up with such a hard working woman makes the freshly open wound harder to heal when she passes away from a dreadful illness. The I found out that her awful cancer came back made me feel as if no matter how many right things you can do in life, it can always go wrong. It was as if she got punished for being the most sympathetic person ever. Painfully sucking the life out of her, the cancer took almost a year until the beginning of sophomore year was the last year I would ever hear her say “have a good day at school”. Everyday that passed by after hearing the news of the cancer return was like torture because I saw her in pain, but couldn’t do anything and all I wanted to do was make everything better. She was such a strong person that whenever she felt discomfort she didn’t say anything because she didn’t want to worry us. If in my life I can become more than half as strong as she was, I will know I did something right. She was like a beautiful bright red flourishing rose while the thorn in her side was cancer. The rest of the summer was going by and my grandma went from having a hospital bed in her once cozy room to being admitted into a hospital. As time slowly passed by, school had already started. The day I so clearly remember but wish I didn’t took place on

My conflict is family based. It is about my elder sister 's family. My elder sister does not have a sound educational background but she is blessed to have gotten married to a wealthy business tycoon and they are blessed with three children namely; Nelly, Junior and Adolf. They are happily married but just like any other marital home which has got its good and bad moments, theirs is not an exception. My sister 's husband is so self centered, and He also have a greedy altitude. As a wealthy business man He has managed to acquired fleets of luxurious cars for himself (precisely about six cars) but unfortunately none of these cars belongs to his wife. In addition to this, He is in possession of all the car keys and when ever the wife wants to go to the market or on an errand, the wife must first of all informed him then He will call the driver and gave him the key to one of the cars( the less privilege car) and asked him to take his madam to the market or where ever she is going. And my sister is never comfortable with this kind of altitude from the husband but she will just keep her cool, and sometimes she let her husband to understand that she is not comfortable with his altitude. But her husband finds it so difficult to bend or to change from his ugly altitude. After some couple of months, the husband went and bought one small lady 's car for my sister and told her that the car is meant for her to be using each time she wants to go to the market or on an errand. But