My Father And My Mother

I admire my mother and father because they have experienced several hardships but those experiences set them apart. My mother learned how to keep going when she lost a loved one and my father proved everyone wrong. My mother lost her best friend whenever she was only fifteen years old. My mother and her best friend were like two peas in a pod. They did everything together; they succeed together, and they failed together. It was never a dull moment for them until my mother’s friend started to

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

I only got to spend 13 years, with my father, and in that time he made a huge impact on my life. My parents were, both very good people, and were taken from this Earth too soon. My mother passed in 2012, when I was 10, from breast cancer. My father passed in 2014, when I was 13, from a heart attack. They both made a huge impact on life, but I would like to focus on my father. He was 52 when he passed, and was a single father. He was a very humorous man, but was serious, when the time called for

When I was young my mother and my father both had very different opinions on how you should raise a child. And since my father was the one paying the bills and bringing home the paychecks for a few years, I didn’t really get to see him much because he worked all day. So my mother was the one who raised me for the most part. At the time she would spoil me like crazy. If I asked for something the answer would always be yes, and if I didn’t get my way I would start having a fit until she finally caved

their parents. In the poems “My Father’s Song” by Simon J. Ortiz, and “My Mother” by Ellen Bryant Voigt, both writers express their emotion towards a parent. The poems are similar in many ways simply because they share a parent child relationship, they are also vastly different. “My Fathers Song” is a poem about a son who lost his father and is grieving and referring back to old memories, reflecting on their past and the wonderful time he had with his father. “My Mother” on the other hand is a poem

No More Gender Roles Why don’t women have the same rights as men? In “The Danger of a Single Story” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, “My Father Writes to My Mother” by Assia Djebar, and “Baby You Can Drive My Car” by Janine di Giovanni, the authors expressed how women are mistreated and aren’t allowed to have equal rights. They each reveal different stories, but they all have a similar meaning. Women all around the world are forced to follow the rules that society wants them to abide by. The role of

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

I do not like to share details about my life if I do not have to. This is not because I have things to hide; but honestly, because I do not think my life is as exciting or as remarkable as other people’s lives. I am the daughter of a hard-working Puerto Rican mother and a Dominican father that unfortunately is not part of my life. For some people, being the child of a single parent is rough. For me, it has been one of my greatest blessings. This experience has taught me about the

My mother and father have countless siblings. My mom alone has eight. Everyone of my mother’s brothers and sisters live less than 30 minutes away. One of my mother’s sisters Marta is in fact my favorite aunt. My aunt Marta is the type of woman who is always cracking up a joke and laughing. What I love about her is that she’s always looking up for my mother who's kind nature at times makes others believe they can take advantage of her. My cousin Gladys, my aunt Marta’s youngest daughter, is my favorite

heartfelt and emotional talk with my Mother’s Father, Andy Tipich. He told me the legend of his father, and the loving memories of his mother. Along with his own struggles with Rheumatic Fever during elementary school. In his own words saying how his mother would have, “put up with him.” Comparing also this almost newly arriving American family on my Mom’s side to my Dad’s family who has been American before the revolutionary war in the early 1700s. Andy’s father, Andrew Tipich, Sr. came over to