My Family : The Worst Story Of My Life

Have you ever felt like you’re family is counting on you with something valuable? That’s how I feel every morning as I get up to go to school. I have been told by my parents that they want me to become someone with a better future. Having all the pressure that you don’t want to let your family down is tremendous because it gets you to think that if you let your family down you’ll feel like a total failure. I have decided to myself that I’m going to do anything in my power to make my family happy and proud, but at times, there’s obstacles that bring you down and make you forget about your goal.

It is difficult to come by healthy families in modern society, for many families experience many hardships and tribulations all throughout life. The dysfunctional family is apparent in many households in today’s society, for a dysfunctional family is described as any condition in which healthy family functioning is interfered (Santa Clara University). There are many reasons for why families become dysfunctional in America today, and statistics are staggering, showing that about half of all marriages end in divorce. Dysfunctional families can be caused either by parents who are insufficient in their efforts to raise their children, or it can be the children who misbehave and cause ruckus in the household. While healthy families tend to return to their normal lives after a time of intense stress or crisis, dysfunctional families experience chronic or longing problems that never seem to fade (Santa Clara University). Dysfunctional families are characterized by specific causes and factors that lead them to become unhealthy and dysfunctional, and these causes vary from alcoholic and abusive parents to parents who lack parenting skills. A catastrophic event, such as a death in the family or a parent having an affair, can cause families to also fall victim to dysfunction in the household. Cures to help fix the unhealthy functioning of many families exist in society, and they can be used to help repair lost relationships with parents and children. The dysfunctional family is a

A dysfunctional family is a family, in which conflict, misbehavior and even abuse on the part of individual members of the family occur continually, leading other members to accommodate such actions. Dysfunctional families are most often a result of the alcoholism, substance abuse, or other addictions of parents, parents' untreated mental illnesses/defects or personality disorders, or the parents emulating their own dysfunctional parents and dysfunctional family experiences.

My family is an extremely run of the mill normal family from Korea. We live a very generic life for people who also live in Korea, but compared to the American standard, our life is kind of poor. My mother's father used to work as a telegraph operator while my mother's mother is the daughter of said telegraph station's owner. In November 4, 2004. My mother came to the United States of America, and because of that, I became a part of the many immigrants who came to America to find a better life and create a brighter future while basking in the land of opportunity. When I was seven years old, my mother heard information about becoming a registered nurse in America from her friends at her hospital. In America, a nurse's payment is many times more than in Korea. If a person can become a nurse, then the whole family can slowly become integrated into the process of immigration. Since it’s easier for me to get a higher education in America, I decided to stay. As soon as my mother heard about this wonderful information, she immediately jumped on the idea of pursuing a similar career in America and happily began to prepare for her upcoming tests that would stress her knowledge of the English language. English tests like the TOEFL and IELTS became building blocks not only for my mother to make the first step into a brighter world, but also to getting granted her American nursing license and taking one step closer to living the American dream.

I grew up in a very normal family with a mom, dad, one brother and three sisters. Since I’m the baby of the family, my mom stayed home until I started school. My mom worked in payroll and accounting, and my dad was a computer engineer. My brother is the oldest and did his best to tease all four younger sisters equally. He was very good at his “job”, but I knew he loved me because he opened doors for me and even braided my hair on occasion. My three older sisters watched out for me, especially my oldest sister; she became my second mom. My sisters fought a bit, but it wasn’t anything horrible or abnormal. We were a pretty happy family that did a lot of fun things together and were loved by our wonderful parents. At least that’s what I remembered, but there were times that I wondered if I was loved at all. Was I just the baby of five kids, five years younger than my closest sibling, and easily forgotten?

Every child says their parents are the best.n It is true, parents give us a bed to rest our heads on at night, and make sure we always have food in front of us. Daily poarents sacrefice the smalest thing asto keep their children happy. I could not agree more with that. My parents have made the greatest decisions to keep my brother and I always happy and spoiled.

Where Did I Come From?“Their is no such thing as a “broken family”. Family is family, and is not determined by marriage, certificates, divorce papers and adoption documents. Family are made in the heart. The only time family becomes null is when those ties in the heart are cut. If you cut those ties, those people are not your family. If you make those ties, those people are your family. If you hate those ties those people will still be your family because whatever you hate will always be with u.” Family members have a big impact on me and my journeys I took with them made my life enjoyable and Memorable. In all, I have been able to experience many eventful memories in my life ; however,the family members that had the biggest impact on me is my godmother, cousins and mother

Why is this important to society? Some people want to know how long they have to live. Knowing exactly when you’ll take your last breath is bitter sweet. Knowing you’ll be dying in a week, month or year can change a person’s life drastically. In society, this could either be an astounding finding or an instant depression just waiting to happen, depending on the way you look at it. Would you want to know?

Seeing a picture of a man you’ve never met before could give you no feeling at all, but to hear it’s your biological father could be another story. This isn’t an adoption story, because my mother has always been my backbone. My father, on the other hand, is one that is indeed a unique character. When I was a little girl, I would wonder how old he was, what was his favorite color, or even what was his job. When I got older the questions changed. I started to think deeper into why he wasn’t there. Me being an optimistic bubbly little girl, I made excuses for him. “Maybe he was busy,” or “Maybe he wasn’t able to talk to me.” I even got to a point in my life where I began to blame myself. It was my fault he wouldn’t talk to me or come see me. Once I hit that point I was in desperate need of a wake-up call.

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

Family tales are a great way to pass the time in my family. Every time were at a family gathering my mother will always bring up some child hood memories of the family. Like the time when I was three years old I was basically toothless but only had my k-9 teeth. So, my cousins who were all between the ages 5-6 got together and told my mom that they should kill me because, he has fangs just like a vampire, and they were scared if I woke up in the middle of the night and suck there blood out. Another, family tale that my mom likes to bring is when my cousin had just finished his first communion (ceremony which a person receives Eucharist) they had a big party to celebrate everyone was outside partying and my aunt was changing my diaper when she then went to go ask my mother for where she kept the baby wipes and, as soon as she walked to the other room I ran outside butt naked and started dancing to the music. My last family tale that my mom likes to bring up is how accurate she is with the chancla, and let me tell you from experience she can throw that thing and hit both me and my brother and somehow, make the chancla boomerang back to her. The chancla to her was her weapon of choice almost all the time if she didn’t get you with the first one best believe that she already has the second one primed and ready to go, she would even threaten by saying “alright cabrones” and when you heard those words you better be at least a mile away from her, because she is not the type of

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.

I must have been about 4 years old when my family and I came across a cat, he was black and white in color and dirty from being outside. He was standing in the middle of a dirt road and froze in fear when our car pulled up to him. My mother, seeing as she is rather courageous, decided she wanted to save him. My grandmother was very much against this idea, what if he's sick, what if he has rabies? This is one of my earliest memories so my recollection of this is like a dream, just bits and pieces crocheted into one mishmash of a story. I say this because after that point the next thing I remember is being at home with this cat and they had put him in the sink to wash him. He looked rather young and was thin, I couldn't tell you if that was because he was outside or if that was because he was wet, maybe both. I also couldn't tell you if they took him to the vet and got him checked out, and as sure as I am that they are responsible enough to do that, I couldn't tell you for sure. They later named him Gus. Yes, like an old man, I wonder how my younger self felt about it, I kind of like it now.

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.