My Family : The Most Significant Events In My Life

As a child, we fought, yell, and got each other’s nerves. But as we grew older, we learned to value and respect each other's decision and our sister bonds. Not only that, she’s the first person to ever graduate from college in my family and the first in the second generation. I respect her because she’s my sister and she’s my role model. For example, she helps me get through high school with a helping hand. She helped me find what classes to pick and when I was preparing for college. She looks out for me, is a person whom I can count on, a person I can trust, and a person who I can look up to. That’s why she is the person I

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

A mother of five young kids; who taught me how the importance life of a student. My sister is one of my biggest supporter and a best friend. She encourages me to take risks in my everyday life but most importantly, in education. As I have more honors and AP classes, she always told me, “I just want you to do your best, keep pushing yourself because you are a young intelligent young lady who needs to go to college to better yourself. Out of all our sisters, none of us went to college and you should take a step in leading the family to college.”

Family means the world to me in every aspect, but a person that means even more then that is my sister, Jordan. She paved my life for me without me knowing; she is always there for me and believes in me when I do not believe in myself. Jordan and I very similar in the way that if we had the chance to do everything together we would take every opportunity we could get. How our relationship developed was like every pair of young sisters, we did not get along very well when we were younger because we took the days we had together for granted. The day she left for college is when it really hit me that she was the biggest inspiration in my life. What made us as close was going through our parent’s divorce, it was a life changing experience, and I would have never gotten

Although this was taken seven months ago, it feels as if it was just yesterday that my sister, Cortney, began a new stage in her life. She is no longer my bedroom neighbor just a hallway length away. The bathroom that was once shared is now only occupied by me, that bedroom next to mine remains vacant, and I am officially an only child -or so it seems. It’s crazy to believe we are already teenagers. As children, we got along much better than average siblings. We never fought, always shared clothes, and even shared friends despite the age difference. As time went on, we grew closer; making it even harder for us to be separated from each other long term. Next thing we knew, it was August 24, 2015, the time had come that Cortney was graduated and moved on to bigger and better things. My family took two cars over two hours away to say our goodbyes. Despite the fact that we did not want

"Why should I keep trying?", she asked, "not one person in my family has ever made something of themselves." "You've got to stay confident in your abilities and you can't give up either, it's necessary for you to achieve your dream!", I said, I was trying to help her accomplish her goal of finally going to college. At that point in time, I was on the verge of giving up but I knew, that she wouldn't take the initiative herself, she needed someone to inspire her to follow her dreams. She was giving up, and she hadn't begun to try! I instantly wondered if she knew the weight her decision would impact. I pledged that I would help her obtain her desire of going to college.

The stories from our parents and grandparents always hold a special place in our hearts, for just an instance we get to see what the world was like from a more mature individual’s perspective, we get to live the days they did through the stories they share. My grandma, or what she is to me; my meme, has shared a variety of stories from her childhood that has allowed me to see some of the challenges and opportunities she had faced growing up. My favorite story she has shared with me would be about the time my memes parents decided to move states. The story tells about the trip on the way to move, the short amount of time they stayed, and lastly, the decision to moving back, to where they previously resided.

Growing up, my sister and I were close. We shared a room together till the day she moved out. She was my go to girl. She knew all my little secrets and much more. She walked me through the beginning

I look up to her because she does things that most people can’t do. She is very smart and pretty but has her bad days where she will stress out because of college. She goes to Ohio State and that inspires me to do good and one day be in a good college like that. She inspires me because she’s one of a kind, one of a kind means everything to everyone but to me she’s just my loving sister. Me and my sister have some bad times and good times but we still love each other. My sister is seriously studying to become a doctor because she looks up to my mom. Over the summer she was working with the UC football players and keeping track of if they're doing good on their health. She will become a well known doctor one day forsure! I also look up to my sister because me and her are very much alike, we like to do the same things all the time and we usually are out with our friends and sometimes just laying in bed

Leah was saddened that her college life would soon be over, but she couldn’t wait to close this chapter in her life.

She was the first in the family to go off to college as well graduate. A great accomplishment for a family of first generation immigrants in the US. This Allowed us to believe that this country was truly a land of opportunity. My main recollection of my sister was watching her go off into her room for days to study for her medical test. What focus and determination she possessed. I was so impressed with her work habits and just knew that if she was going to be a nurse that I wanted to become a doctor. Her study habits was something truly to be emulated. I recall her taking me with her on her dates where I was able to see how to treat someone as well as how to just enjoy good times with friends. Her wedding was the first sibling wedding that I went to as well as being included in it. From watching her marriage and even hanging with her and her husband in the summers. I was able to witness the intricacies of saving up for a house and witnessing the fruition that comes from planning and budgeting. I was able to learn a great deal from my sister that I was able to incorporate into my own family and for that I’m so

My small dorm room, which I had just moved into, seemed awfully stifling after that. We both felt it in the air, and I think that she, too, was relieved when she left. I’d never been particularly close with her, and fiercely envied all the girls I saw tearfully hugging their parents good-bye. It seemed like mine only existed to criticize me.

Learning that everyone’s time is precious and we should live every moment alongside the people we love the most, because we’ll never be too sure when they’re going to leave us. Till this day it still doesn’t feel real, I keep telling myself that one day she’ll be back and everything will be ok. She was the heart and soul of our family where we all would gather at Thanksgiving time or just on a regular day. Her home was always full of joy and excitement but now it’s full of loneliness and darkness. She is gone now, to a new home, a home called

It's late August 2016. The car has been the loaded, the bags have been packed, the goodbyes have been said. As we drive away, I stick my head out the window and wave to her. There are tears, but we've both known this was coming. Her name is MJ, at least that's what I've always called her. I've known her since first grade, and nothing, yet everything, has changed. This is why she made me a better person.

The car was silent, my eyes tried to keep up with the passing trees that were changing from a lush green to more vibrant colors of red and yellow. My thoughts were racing, adjusting to my sister, my best friend, leaving to start a new chapter in her life. I’ve had so many memories with Morgan, some good but also some bad. I remember the way she could always make me laugh with her quirkiness. Or we would just lay down and listen to my dog, Libby snore, and every minute we would look at each other and smile. I knew I would see her again, I told myself it was only a two hour drive, but I knew life wouldn't be the same. My vision became a blur and the colors of the trees became a mix, as I began to cry.