semester starting, my family and I flew to my county of origin Colombia. My grandfather was undergoing an emergency surgery. My mother and I feared that something unfortunate would happen to him. My stay in Colombia was only 7 days I came back the ## then school had started the next day. Despite the fact that my grandpa came out surgery in good health, I was still distracted because I returned to America alone, while my mother and step father stayed for an additional 2 weeks to care for my grandfather post
My Father In my family, the person who I admire is my father. He is over 40 years old, not very tall but has got a medium built, his voice is low and his movements are slow and cautious. In a word, he is a good--looking person in my eyes. My father is a very successful businessman, and he always tells me the way to be a man, how to succeed in my life and how to cherish time. He is always gone through a lot of ups and downs in his life, but my father faced the difficulties with great courage
very easy for me to distinguish the differences and similarities between my mother and father. Being the only child, I’ve gotten most, if not all, of my parents’ attention and with that I’ve been able to examine my parents’ characteristics without any disturbance from siblings. My parents had opposing views on many things. They were opposites when it came to parenting, socializing and behaving, but the major differences in my parents’ characteristics became easily noticeable when I made the transition
was only nine when I had found out that my father had another family; he had a wife and a son. My father had been living with them and would visit me at least once every two months or so, but as soon as I had turned nine, my father introduced my to my half-brother, who was a year and a third older than me. When they visited me, their visits were always brief; time seemed to fly by while I played games with my brother, Ken, but I later learned that it was my father’s wife who did not allow him or Ken
made who I am by Video Games, My Father and Mother. When I was a lot younger my father bought me my first gaming console. It was a PlayStation One by Sony Entertainment. I remember playing an abundance of different games, I mostly played Tekken games and early games in the Ace Combat series. I had neighbors that came over to my house to play on it. I used to think they were my friends, but in reality they were at a minimum 3 years older than me and only used me to play my games. I didn’t, and don’t
“You’re just like your Daddy,” grumbled my mother, walking through the kitchen and closing cabinet doors I had left open. I had to smile. I already knew I had many traits in common with my father. We were both reticent and stoical. We both had trouble expressing our emotions. We both had long fuses with a lot of dynamite at the end. I was definitely my father’s daughter. In my younger years, my father and I had a close relationship. I ran to the door to meet him after work. I sometimes went
“Goodbye Daddy”. Those two simple words felt stained to my lips every time I had to say them while growing up. I was raised in a military family, with a father that was never home. My father was in Special Forces so he was constantly deployed for months on end. I think his longest deployment was probably fifteen months, maybe eighteen, I have grown to forget them by now. While growing up, I was never allowed to discuss my father’s circumstances. Not just because of how important and secretive he
My mother and father were very loquacious, it seems like they could never stop talking and just spoke their mind whenever they felt the need to say something but after so many years of being together it seemed as if they both lost their touch to be able to communicate and take the time to actually sit and listen to each other. In Lost in the Meritocracy, Walter Kirn says, "Miscommunication. I think that 's the biggest problem we face these days.", now as i 've grown i can see as to why this is true
Songtan, South Korea. Bringing me into this world must have been a tremendous task for my mother because she reminds me often how difficult birthing me was. My mother unconditionally loved me the way I was and bought me a lot of dresses that a princess would wear in a fairy tale book. Also, she encouraged my learning and bought me more than hundreds of books to broaden my insight of the world. However, my father was a traditional, patriarchal Korean man who was immediately ashamed that his first born
Although both my parents are from different parts of the world, I consider myself extremely Americanized. My mother, from China, and my father, from Malaysia, were both raised in America. Both my grandparents were strict and traditional. They passed on their values and beliefs to my parents; however, my parents did not believe in those values, so, they did not pass these values on to my brother and me. I have lived a very privileged life compared to my parents and cannot fathom living the way they