My Family

“Families are the compass that guides us. They are the inspiration to reach great heights, and our comfort when we occasionally falter”(Henry). My family has several different aspects that make us a “family”. Many times I have thought to myself that Family isn’t important, although I think about it a little harder and my mind completely changes. The overall theme of a family is different for every single person. Morals are just another example of how different families are. My family has shaped me into the person I am today. The impact on my family is a lasting aspect. Many people believe family is only blood and I can’t disagree with that statement more. Many different factors go into describing Family, and the theme, morals, and lasting impacts describe my family.

As cliché as it may sound, my friends and family are the most important things in my life. When I say that my parents are the best in the world, I am not exaggerating. They treat me like an adult, appreciating my opinions in debates about anything from sports to politics and telling me the truth whenever possible. With them, I have been able to see the world, traveling to around the United States (to places like New York City, Acadia National Park, and even Columbia, South Carolina) and abroad (including Bermuda, Italy, and France). In my family, I am able to find people who challenge me to be my best and who also notice when I need comfort. On a similar note, my friendships have made me into a more adventurous, open person. I am naturally cautious and can worry extensively over decisions, but my friends have a way of bringing me out into the world. I have had wonderful experiences like going to Halloween Horror Nights at Universal and taking late-night fishing trips that I never would have done on my own. The people I love bring out the best in me and make me want to be even better.

“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.

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 was born and grew up in Ethiopia, moving to America three years ago. Ethiopia is one of the traditional country where most of the population and the economy rely on agriculture. I was born in small rural town called Akaki in the southern part of Addis Ababa City. My family depends on agriculture, my parents grow crops like teff, barley, hard wheat and sorghum, which is the common ingredients for our day to day meal. The production of these crops takes place in traditional farming. I am the youngest kid in my family, that means I am free from any responsibilities in my culture my older siblings do most of the things in our family. I spent most of the time playing with my friends. Everyone in my family loves me. If something happens with in our family, the oldest one are accountable and responsible, even I am a young and grown guy, this thing makes me lazy and spoiled person.

Many of us have had that one pet, or one family member that we are close to, whether we bonded well with them or we feel like we can tell them anything and they will never tell anyone. This experience for me has been my dog, Lucas, a chocolate and tan dachshund, his story isn’t well known or known by many, but to me he is my fighter and my best friend.

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.

The make-up of my family was our parents, two boys and four girls, of which I was the youngest. It was a Christian based home, where my father was strict but, my mother was the nurturer in the family. In my eyes, my mother was awesome because she had such inner, spiritual and physical strength, and although both parents played a big part in our spiritual instruction, the memory of her example of faithful prayer and dependence on God’s strength, impacted me the most.

Family is one of the most important parts of life. When you have a piece of that missing, you always wonder what could be different. When I was little i always looked up to my uncles and my best friend was my papa. I wanted to do everything with them but because of my uncle’s job in the armed forces we didn’t see him as much as we liked but that made our time together even better. I would go everywhere with my papa and when my cousins were in North Carolina I wanted to do everything with them. I didn’t know that our family tree was just a little more complicated than I thought. It was something that would affect me forever.

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.

Family. That word means everything to me. My parents, both immigrants from India, were raised in relative poverty in their hometown of Bengaluru. They courageously made the decision to leave their own family behind for the sake of a better opportunity for themselves and their children. They sacrificed a lot when I was growing up, as they worked hard to establish their careers. Thankfully, my grandparents were there to help take care of me. Travelling back and forth from India, they would help around the house, cook meals, and even pick me up from school. Their presence played a huge role in my childhood. I was lucky enough to basically grow up with four parents, each of whom instilled in me values that I hold today: hard work, sacrifice, and altruism.

On the day of October 7, My mom picked me up from dance at 9. I walked in my house and walked back to my bedroom and plugged my phone in, as I walked out of my bedroom and walked to the bathroom my dad had yelled my name to come here. My mom and dad were in their bedroom and I continued on to go to the bathroom. As I was walking in my mom walked out into the hallway and I whispered to her and said what does he want. My mom said “I don’t know” just go to the bathroom. So I went to the bathroom my heart racing and wondering what was going on, I knew it couldn’t of been good. When I came out of the bathroom they were still in their bedroom, and I was trying to avoid going in to talk. So I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to get some grapes, and then I was heading to the basement to finish my homework. As I was washing off my grapes, they walked out into the kitchen. They then walked up to me and told me they needed to talk. My dad grabbed my hands and my mom walked to my side, and then that 's when they said my mom had breast cancer. I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there and the tears started pouring out. That 's when all the questions and bad thoughts started to come to mind. The questions like what is she going to have to have, and then the thought of I don’t know what I would do without my mom. She came around and gave me a hug and told me she was going to be okay. I definitely couldn’t tell them that I was thinking that. I had to be strong and make

I can not accurately describe myself without describing my family as a whole. I come from a close knit family of parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents to which I am the only girl. That has provided me with many strengths as well as some weaknesses. My family has always included more than just blood relatives. We have had the mentality that if you are here you are family. For the most part that has been a great way of life, however there have been times that it has proven to be challenging. All of it however has shaped me into the person that I am at this point.

Family needs come before the needs of yourself. That’s the lesson the most horrible time of my life taught me. If you are in a situation that is irritating, if it's about family it doesn’t matter. This whole situation taught me that family is the most important thing in my life. July 3, 2014 is where my story starts.

My family mean the most to me. My family is everything to me, they have helped me get to where I am today and they will continue to help me grow and thrive. My family is not the average one mother one father one girl and one boy. My family has one dad, one mom, 4 girls and 2 boys. Plus a little dog that goes by the name Jingles. My family is not like other families, we have a 7 seater car and when all of us want to go we squeeze in. My family is really close too. I usually have people ask me if I get along with my siblings and I say Yes! Honestly the other day all 6 of us kids we sitting in the living room and my sister was tapping on her cup of juice with her ring and we all started to head bang, and just little dance moves in our seats on the couch. I don’t understand how most families don’t get along, yes, my family has fights and we get mad but at the end of the day these people will always love you and will always help you.