My Family Story

For the past seventeen years of my life minus a few months, I have lived in the United States. I grew up skiing and bicycling in Grand Rapids, Michigan, until my family decided to move all the way out west to Flagstaff, Arizona. Many eleven-year-olds might become stubborn and defensive in response to such a massive, life-changing move, but I remember embracing it because I was with my family, and I was ready to face any obstacle that unveiled itself to me because I knew that my late comedic father, my worrisome mother, and my troublesome brother would be right by my side. As we made the two-day drive from Michigan to Arizona in our SUV together, we watched the numbers on the odometer crawl up more and more until there were 2,000 more miles on the car than there were when we started, and we

My personal narrative has to do with my journey alongside my family in an event that we all faced. When I was in fourth grade my father got cancer. I am not over protective of the fact that he did, in fact I am quite open on the subject. If they haven’t forgotten, then my friends know, and classmates at the time did know. In this way it is very personal, but also a shared story. As I stated earlier, my father got cancer when I was in fourth grade. This can certainly be considered an unusual childhood. I do not think that many children have had their parents go through cancer when they were around this age. My family spent lots of time in this situation. We were open with this fact, and people had helped us. My fourth grade class

History isn’t always the glamorous and fast paced events like war, but sometimes it's just explaining things the average Joe might experience during his time on the Earth. This paper will not have any war or conflicts that are life or death for the delicate system of a community, but it's history nonetheless. The History of my family and how it connects to bring us decades later to where we are today.

I grew up with both of my parents and three siblings, my family is extremely close, so close that everyone needs a break from one another from time to time. My family is far from perfect, I am not the oldest child but I always took on that role as being the oldest sibling. The one who watches my two younger siblings when both of my parents weren’t home. My older brother Aubrey was supposed to be the one who watched over us but he never did. He spent his days locked away in his room, or nat at the house at all. Taking on the role of almost a mother figure to my younger siblings was difficult. I had to learn to be selfless and not just think for myself at an early age. When my mom didn’t come home till after twelve to escape my dads drunkness or my dad was laying out drunk in the bedroom. I was the one who fed my little brother and sister. I was the one who cleaned up the room the three of us shared. I was the one who helped them with their homework, who did my little sister's hair. I didn’t realize how much mature I became because of this responsibility till I was in high school and was referred to as Mom by the basketball team. I’ve always thought that I was the same as any teen immature, reckless, and carefree. That wasn’t the case at all I had many responsibilities like babysitting my siblings,washing and folding our clothes, making sure they get their chores done. I did this because I knew my father drank because of our financial situation, not being able to pay the

Culture is the shared patterns of behaviors and interactions, cognitive constructs, and affective understanding that is learned through a process of socialization. These shared patterns, identify the members of a culture group while also distinguishing those of another group. Five major characteristics of a Philippine culture include family, beliefs, customs, food, and language. In this essay geography and military conflict history, weather analysis, and civil considerations will be discussed. I will also cover how the terrain and infrastructure, communication, and past military conflicts impacted their society. Population, agriculture, smuggling, and insurgency effected by the weather. How areas,

As I approached the front porch, to the right of the porch was a small garden, which was located below a window, and both the front porch and the garden were covered by a big, pointy fence. To my left the garage door would stand, which I’ve never seen open. Finally in between the garden and the garage stood a door. The door lead to my excitement, so I rushed up to the front porch, opening the gate and walking up 2 big steps, to awaiting my grandmother standing by the door, waiting to greed me. My grandparents’ home was the most important thing in my life, this place is all I recognize from the time I lived in Peru.

For me, having a big family is a lifetime full of love, happiness, and struggles. One out of the three most magnificent moments of my life, my kids and I were playing at the park and that's when I experienced love at first sight with a man named Paul. He had three daughters with him that were instant friends with my two sons. This was the day where my family grew from three to seven. I remember the very certain day in January since it is going to be our first anniversary this upcoming year of 2018. After a break up with my kid's father, I thought I'd never find a man that would love my two kids and I. Every day, I asked my grandmother, who I called Nana, up in heaven if she could send a good man my way to love and cherish my kid's and I, and then one day my she answered my prayer. When my spouse and his daughters came into my life, they filled the hole that was missing from my heart when my Nana passed away and my life felt like I was back to normal. His daughters are the little girls I always had wanted because I tied my tubes after my second son was born so I am not able to have any more children. My family of seven started in 2012 with my firstborn son, Shane.

This is a story about my sister Autumn having a baby boy named Steven. She lived in Jonesboro Arkansas with us all at home. Just her, my sister Breanna, my baby sister Jasmine, mom and dad. My mom is very kindhearted, enthusiastic, sweet, grateful, and caring. She is there to help us through everything. My dad is also as outstanding as my mom because he is very kind-hearted, courageous, strong, skillful, and extremely amusing. He is also there for everyone; makes the family smile, laughs, and cheering when we are down. He provides the truth through us even if it is not what we really want to hear, but that’s how our parents are, and always will be. But, besides our family, we lived in a big white house that didn’t have a really big yard, three bedrooms, a kitchen, bathroom, and living room. And on the outside of the house in Jonesboro, it is really busy and lots of traffic but most of the traffic is at five o'clock rush hour. It is a really busy town and a big town. But It has always just been us and that is just the way we have always lived. I had my own room, my sister Breanna and Autumn shared a room because my sister Autumn decides she was going to be moving out soon, and my parents shared a room. And my baby sister put her stuff in there room to but my baby sister slept where ever she passed out at. Also, we would all just hang around have fun at the house and everything but then one day My oldest sister said she needed to talk to us that night so we all were in the

For the first 9 years of my life I was the youngest of 3 siblings. At the age of 6 my parents separated and that is where some of my life struggles began. Both my mom and dad are extremely loving and nurturing people; however, they had a tendency to triangulate the three of us kids in regards to who gets who, when, and all those fun things that come with divorce. The schedule I was on for most of my childhood was Tuesdays and every other weekend with my dad and the rest with my mom. I grew resentful of this as I got older because I felt that it should be more even and that didn’t change until I was well into high school and made the decision to change the schedule for myself. Then when I was 9 years old my mom had a little baby girl. Long story short, my little sisters father is in her life now but wasn’t for the first year or so. This was hard for me at first because I didn’t fully understand the situation, but regardless of my understanding the love I had/have for my little sister was/is unconditional. Even though there is quite an age gap between my younger sister and us three older siblings, we are all still very close. Before my mom had my little sister she was a paraprofessional at our elementary school, and then after she had her she started doing daycare. My dad finished his degree in business and economics and he has sold insurance my whole life. While my mom always had struggles with money, my dad usually did not. Both of my parents taught me hard work ethics and I

“ I'll go put on the kettle for some tea” Grandma suggested. We made our way up the steps into my Grandma's cozy house. It was a beautiful house with dark wood tables and chairs. A curving staircase that led to the bedrooms and the bathroom was placed in the corner. “What are we going to have for Emma's birthday tomorrow?” Abby babbled to my Mom.“You mean like, for cake?” Grandma asked

I have always had this special porcupine necktie that my uncle Pete gave me which reminded him of all of the fun times we had together before I left for Arizona. I was living in a small town when the day of my life, finally came.

When I was a young girl my Uncle Brian passed, his death leaving a drastic impact on my family. But the thing that affected my family the most was that his wife took away all we had left of my uncle, my younger cousin. Family relationships have always been a very significant part of my childhood and having one of our own taken from us, added just another hardship to our lives.

The day my family and I moved here to Moreno Valley I never expected the things I would learn and how much I would change. I was around ten when my family decided to pack up and move from our home in Santa Ana. We came here around winter and we never experienced so much cold. before. We were so surprised that even the water in the garden hose was frozen.

Everybody has that perfect thought about how puppys are a soft, fluffy, loyal little companion. What’s wrong with having a puppy, besides everything. I was on a two hour long car trip to look for a puppy that I could call mine. When I arrived there I was so excited! I jumped right out of the van and went right up to the door. “Come on mom!” I yelled. The rest of my family walked nonchalantly up to the door where I was waiting. My father knocked on the door and a minute later, a older lady came to the door and greeted us with a smile.

For some Asian families, such as mine, traditions, culture, and ideals are absolute. Specific to my Filipino heritage stems a unique and perplexing kinship. The relationship between one another is identified through various words in Tagalog—the native language of the Philippines, rather than the kinship commonly used in the United