My Family : My Mother

I come from a family of eight, me being the youngest. My father worked to support all of us and our mom raised us at home ensuring we were fed and clothed. They both taught us that family is very important and no matter what, we need to be there for each other. As a family, we have experienced many trials such as losing our home to a house fire, siblings having fall outs with each other and with my parents, and my father losing his job after working at the company for 20 plus years. No matter what difficulties we faced, we were always able to get through them. Even the difficulties we face on our own, our family was there to provide the support we need.

My family cultural background did not differentiate vastly from a lot of my peers despite the difference in our distinct physical appearance. Nonetheless, while living in a rather diverse area most of the families were completely composed of a singular race. Furthermore, although it is much more common for multiracial families today I still have rarely ever met someone of Filipino descent. As pervious stated my mother’s side of the family is predominately Filipino with a hint of French. My father’s side of the family is majority German with additional roots of Irish and Native American. While it seems like my family was an anomaly in my childhood, my parents were ingrained enough in American culture for me to experience the

I have grown up in an American, Caucasian, middle-class family of five. My parents have been married for 29 years and have two daughters and a son. My sister is 27, my brother is 25, and I am 20. My family has had many great experiences, but has also faced various challenges. Throughout our different experiences, our family dynamic has developed.

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

My grandmother and her siblings lived near a grocery store with old fashion wooden floor as well as freshly picked fruits and vegetables from the farm. My grandmother stated the rent prices was different compare to her days and her oldest sister had to pay only $6.50 for rent. My grandmother said back in her time a nickel was worth a whole lot and If you had a dime you were considered to have a lot of money. To return to the subject, after losing their mother, another tragedy strikes seven years later when my grandmother finds out her younger sister Veronica got married. My grandmother stated from her days you could get married at the age of fifteen if you had parents ' permission. Everyone was so upset because he or she thinks her sister was too young to get married and did not trust her husband. My grandmother said he kept saying he would kill somebody and go to jail. My grandmother said her sister husband started to give her bad vibes. To change the topic my grandmother also said one day when her sister was in bed trying to go to sleep her husband was in the bathroom taking a bath. She felt something poking at her side and turn around to see what it was. It was a bunch of knives in the bed with her. Fear for her life she left silently while her husband was still in the bathroom. One day my grandmother sister spouse had called her sister to meet him on the track. Hesitant she went to meet him that morning. After my grandmother sister was done talking to him, she turns to

My mother is the most important person in my life because the bond we share is like no other she is my mentor, guide, and protector and I love her more than anyone will ever know. My mother and I have been threw a lot of tough times fun times important times and disappointing times together but the one that catches my eye the most is the time when my great grandmother was sick and only had a few days left to live and without my mom there I have no clue how the family would have took it.

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 waited for the black truck to arrive at my door. I never knew my aunt, uncle, and cousin, and now they would become my new family. However no one could really replace my real family. My Mom, Dad and younger brother got into a car wreck. I was the only survivor. My heart still aches from the experience. To make matters worse, I would have to leave my home in New York to go and live with my closest relatives in the country. My emotions and thoughts were acting like they had been put in a blender. I was happy that my extended family was willing enough to take me into their care, I was sad because I would have to live away from my home and friends. Everything will be different nothing will ever be the same again.

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.

The number one dependable person in my life is my mother. My mother Delfond Tucker is funny, caring, hardworking, and a great mother. (My mother had me when she was 17 years old. She was a senior in high school). Although it was a major challenge having a child at that age she still had to do well in school. She still managed to get her work done, graduate high school with a GPA of 3.7, and still made sure that I had food, had clothes to wear, and had someone to change my diapers. My mom is the most dependable person in my life.

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.

Ice Break is a short story from the anthology “The Journey Prize Stories 24” written by Astrid Blodgett in 2012. We don’t know exactly where the story takes place, but we know it is some place cold, because there is ice on the lake, and snow on the roads. It could very possibly be Canada since Blodgett is Canadian. It takes place in modern times, and we know this because there are modern day things like televisions and cars.

Both my parents were born in Burundi. My dad is from in a place call Mucibitoke, and my Mom is from Bujumbura. My parents got together when they were young. But however, they didn’t get married till two years ago. My mom started living with my dad when she was 15 years old, and they are ten years apart. After getting together in mid 70, the genocide breaks up in Burundi. That’s when they fled the country and went in Rwanda where they live for more than ten years. Then, they started having children. My parents had total of 10 children but 2 first born passed away. Both my parents are Christians, and both my uncles and cousins as far as I know. Growing up, I understood what it meant to be a fallow of Christ; I grew up depending on God in all. My mom has been influenced me in a lots positive way. In everything she ever done, she did them to the glory of God. Example, when my mom is about to consume food, she prays, thank God and ask for blessings every time. When she is done, she does the same thing. Whether is getting in a vehicle or getting out, God must be first. Sleeping or woken up, God must come first.

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 myself by providing a faith -based

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.