My Family

Now for the part we're all waiting for, the siblings. My oldest sibling Daniel (32), this is one of the three siblings that totally excluded themselves out of the family. Right out of high school he closed all contact from my Dad and all the kids that still resided with him. Needless to say, I am the only kid that hasn’t talked to him. Next, Chase (30) I have a very distinct relationship with him only because when I look and talk to him it feels like I’m talking to my Dad. Like my Dad, he chooses his favorite siblings and the specific ones he wants to have a relationship with and like you can guess I’m not included in that group. Three years ago Chase decided to get into drugs and misuse them and I talked to him asking if his life was that bad that he had to turn to heroin for an escape and he just sat there with no response that is the one conversation that will stick with me till I die. Now the second most impactful sibling Rochelle(29) she gets me through thick and thin when it comes to my parents and calms me down when I need it the most. She has made me who I am and will always be by my side till I die. She has been in a total of six car totaling accidents since my birth because she suffers from Schizencephaly which is a rare birth defect where slits or clefts are formed in the cerebral hemispheres of the brain and causes her to have periodic seizures. Next, we hit Cole (27) my relationship could be stronger but it's not weak. I only see him maybe once or twice every

As a little kid I have always saw my family come together at the dinner table at the end of the day and really get together and talk about all the gossip and what things still have to be done. That was the routine and I thought it was something we were always going to do till we die but I was wrong. As sad it is to admit that good things never last it seems like this was something I came to realize was slowly but surely dying off in tradition. So who is to blame the parents, children, or the industries and society because fast food easy and quick didn’t require a homemade meal so there is less time spent at home, in the kitchen, and at the dining table with your family.

My family is really amazing. They are very special and unique too. Everyday my family supports us to do the best we can each day, and I admire that. Every day when I am with my parents, I feel safe and and overjoyed with happiness. They care about me, and I care about them. That’s what basically makes us a fantastic family. When I am with my brother, I know that there is someone always there beside me, no matter where I go. When I have my pets, and I see them exactly where I left them before I left, I know they love us because they didn’t try to escape. That way, I know they don’t want to leave. In summary, my pets, parents, and my brother all make me happy and support me in a way. Day by day, no matter what, I know that my family has got my back. They said it themselves. I am sure of 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

One of the most difficult things to do is to break all my ethical values and principles down into a single phrase or statement. However, I have no choice in the matter. So, I would have to say that my family’s drive to want to do good for those who are less fortunate and the strong sense of family that we all demonstrate must be the strongest and best values of all. If we stay along that thought process, I would say that, for me, if I leave a strong and ethically sound roadmap or legacy for my kids and their kids to follow, then I would say that life was a success. Having said all of that, here is my single statement: The purpose of life is to achieve a socioeconomic status to where I can ensure the safety and overall wellbeing of both my family and then their families while achieving a positive impact on society that is greater than when I entered it. Always try to better myself and my family!

“Hello, do you want to be my friend?” Wow, what a childish thing to say. Nevertheless, it was from my mouth in which these words came out of. I remember constantly saying this exact line to almost everyone I know, and the response I got was always something similar to a smile and “of course”, what happens after this is playing for hours on end and departing when our parents dragged us home. That was how I lived my childhood, making new friends wherever I go and ending everyone with separation due to our parents. During those times, I would be so annoyed with my mom, dragging me home every time we started to have fun. I now realize it was because we were a mess, covered in dirt and due to the fun we were having we didn’t even realize it was raining. But when I had realized this care that my parents had for me it was too late, my parents had divorced and I was left with my dad.

Family provides a basis for how we interact with the world; when meeting someone new, or doing a new action, I think back on what my family has taught me. I have a large family and each member has done something that has impacted me in some way, but I have really analyzed how my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and parents have impacted my life. There are several aspects to consider however for this analysis I will be focusing on these socioeconomic events: immigration, poverty, gender, educational attainment, death, and health problems.

Ever since I can remember, I’ve always said that if I could have even just one wish, it would be for a teleporter from my home here in Iowa where my dad lives, to my home in Virginia where my mom lives. My family is huge; but it’s also split up. My parents have been apart basically since I was born. I have to travel back and forth between them constantly, because they live about 1200 miles away from one another. It wasn’t easy to deal with as a little kid… and it still isn’t. But what had happened one year, before I went back to Virginia with my mom for summer break, would change everything. And what I was to learn from it was even bigger.

When I was 16 years old, I realized I was similar to my dad. I always felt different from my family. My parents and my sister's look-alike. Their skin colors are all the same. I’ve always been the darker and chubbier one in the family. Sometimes I used to think I wasn’t even related to them. I even asked my mom as a kid, “did you guys kidnap me from someone as a kid?”

Everyone has their story. What makes them unique and special? Where did they come from? What made them the way they are ? For me it is that I grew up faster than most. It started when I was little, I always wanted to do my own hair. The thing I always said was, “I can do it myself.” If anyone tried to help I would still say the same thing. It then continued when my parents got a divorce. I was very young; around six and a half years old. When this happened I did not know what to  feel but I was still a happy, cheerful kid. I now realize that family is very valuable and can change in a heartbeat. The idea of family to me means people who would do almost anything for you and you would do the same. After the divorce, when at my dad’s, I had to help take care of my younger brother. I would help him dress, brush his teeth, and make food. I now value what my mom does and did when I was a kid more because taking care of my little brother was difficult.

Sitting in jail after getting myself in trouble with a few friends doing things we should not have done. Balling my eyes out thinking of all the things that are going to ripple from this one mistake, I start to think of how this would affect my life and family. Overall, not really knowing what 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.

On January 17, 2016, my family and I travelled about two hours to a small town called Yantis in east Texas. The elders of our family would always get together multiple times a year to catch up and see each other since they were getting to an age where they can’t depend on themselves being here on this Earth. Out of the seven or eight older members of the family, two or three had already passed by this time. My Uncle Charles was not looking good either, over the past few months he went from multiple doctor check-ups a week, to being in the hospital, and then ultimately hospice care.

Families, they might be annoying and overbearing at times, but regardless we love our families just as they love you. It doesn’t matter what color, nationality, differing personality’s or even beliefs. Most can agree that no matter how out of this world your family might be you have something in common with others families maybe even more than you might think. Alice walker’s everyday use is a story about a family whose problem may not that different than most families. Mama and her daughters have an appreciation for their heritage, but they struggle to see each other point of view in “Everyday use” the fictitious family and my family have some similarities and differences concerning Differing perspective, Hard working parents and issue

I have learned to be inclusive rather than exclusive in dealing with people. We have often had “family” that is not truly related to us. When I was in first grade I became best friends with a girl named Jessica. The first time Jessica came to stay the night with us her mom dropped her off for the weekend. We later found out that Jessica’s mom was a single mom and had just found out she had breast cancer. Jessica stayed during her moms surgery and recovery, all the while she was treated as if she