My Life Of My Family

Everything in my house was labeled, and my mom would talk to me so I could learn how words were said and sounded. At 2 years old, I would go up to people and introduce myself, going so far as to spelling my name for them. Because of this, kindergarten was an interesting time. My teacher went to my mom and said “We aren’t really sure what to do with her at this point. She’s already reading and writing, and can do basic arithmetic.” Long story short, my parents were paying for a private school to entertain me all day. Being as young as I was, I didn’t realize anything was different from normal. I thought that everyone could do what I was

My mother has affected my life by inspiring me to have a dream, to work hard, and to never give up.My mother comes from a large family of nine kids, from a farm town in the outside of a city in Santo Domingo.She left the comfort of her home to go the city with relatives,in order to pursue a better education.

It has been fifteen years since my parents and my brother Jack adopted me. I was only two then, but now i’m seventeen. I love my life, I have a happy, loving family, I live in a nice house on a farm in Maine, my brother Jack is my bestfriend but I also have other friends, and I have a boyfriend named Justin. I guess you could say my life is perfect. Expect there’s more to me than you think. I’m adopted and even though I love my life there is still a part of me that wants to find my birth parents and know more about them. My parents tell me all about my birth dad. His name is Joseph. He loved me very much but he was only thirteen when I was born and then about a year later he died in a car wreck. Nobody really knows what happened to my mom,

Freedom to life, liberty, and the right to pursue happiness. These are the things that people came looking for in America. Some lost their lives trying to achieve their goals in the new world. But some continued to prosper and live on. These people are the ones I call family. Through thick and through thin, rain or shine, they will be there to fight by your side. Family is what I consider home, so looking into the past about how my home came to be, I can learn many things about how I am where I am now.

“Know therefore that the LORD your God is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments, to a thousand generations” (Deuteronomy 7:9). Through all generations of my family leading up to today, my family, on my mother and father’s sides, all practice the same faith. All of my family is Catholic, most of my friends growing up were catholic, and everywhere I looked, my faith was an important part of my life. I went to private school for nine years; the same one many of my cousins and my siblings attended. All of the people around me when I was a child prayed and worshiped like I was taught to do. They were the ones that influenced me to go deeper into my faith. Through the daily religion classes and weekly masses, to the teachers and priest that influenced my morals and values, I look back on those days as times I cherish. I had learned to open my heart and let others in to take a part in my life. I set boundaries for myself to be a respectful person and keep my faith. And most importantly, I am a life worth living as we are all made from the same image of God. Private school is the reason I am the person I have grown to be today and I will become tomorrow.

In the beginning there was a happy family with two sweet kids. This family is my family.

If you do not show me respect you will not receive respect. If you do not show me love you will not receive love. All my life I have been surrounded by thoughts that were not my own. I’ve been told who to love and respect and I blindly went along with it- ignoring my own feelings. Sometimes it felt like that’s how everyone lived their life, living it with the thought of if you are related to someone, you have to support a relationship with them, but through experiences, I have learned the truth. There is one specific moment in time that will never make me go back on this thinking the situation after my grandparents died.

Life is a rollercoaster, but I am grateful to be living it with my family and friends. My family has taught me many lessons that I will always apply to my decision making for the rest of my life. Loyalty, honesty, and respect has been taught to me ever since I learned how to speak. The communication between my family and I is very important because I know that my voice matters. Support will always be something that my parents continue to give me even when I fail. My family and friends has shaped who I am today and I will always be thankful for having them in my life.

Sitting down at the table, ready to dig into our delicious Thanksgiving dinner, we all exchanged concerned looks when my mom brought out the turkey. My mom wanted to host Thanksgiving a few years ago, thereupon she worked like a super hero days prior in preparation. She was very worried because she had to juggle work, along with getting ready for Thanksgiving. Everything was ready; my family was gathered around the table, but when we cut into the turkey it wasn’t fully cooked! My extremely understanding family all helped cook the turkey while we poked fun at my mom. Everything ended up being wonderful because of my fabulous family. This is just one example of why I have a tremendous amount of love for my family. I have many memories that have given me marvelous childhood memories, all thanks to my excellent, supportive family. My supportive parents, my witty brother, and my two loving grandmas are a huge part of my life and the most supportive people I know!

Granddad I blame you, I blame you for everything that had happened to our family year. I blame you for all the heartbreak and the tears that my family had cried. You were supposed to be the “head” of our family but, no you let me down, you let every family member down. I have been holding in these feelings for years but you are getting older and so am I. I’m trying to forgive you. I want to forgive you, but first I need to explain to you what you did to me.

Personal barriers are obstructions put in place by old Scott that negatively affect New Scott’s achievement in his work life, home life and spiritual life. Barriers are created by being hurt or let down in some way and then swearing to not have it happen again. These barriers end up hindering me in doing what I need to do to succeed and be a new person that does not have those restrictions holding me back.

My conflict is family based. It is about my elder sister 's family. My elder sister does not have a sound educational background but she is blessed to have gotten married to a wealthy business tycoon and they are blessed with three children namely; Nelly, Junior and Adolf. They are happily married but just like any other marital home which has got its good and bad moments, theirs is not an exception. My sister 's husband is so self centered, and He also have a greedy altitude. As a wealthy business man He has managed to acquired fleets of luxurious cars for himself (precisely about six cars) but unfortunately none of these cars belongs to his wife. In addition to this, He is in possession of all the car keys and when ever the wife wants to go to the market or on an errand, the wife must first of all informed him then He will call the driver and gave him the key to one of the cars( the less privilege car) and asked him to take his madam to the market or where ever she is going. And my sister is never comfortable with this kind of altitude from the husband but she will just keep her cool, and sometimes she let her husband to understand that she is not comfortable with his altitude. But her husband finds it so difficult to bend or to change from his ugly altitude. After some couple of months, the husband went and bought one small lady 's car for my sister and told her that the car is meant for her to be using each time she wants to go to the market or on an errand. But

During the summer of 2008, my family and I took a trip to Rome. I had anticipated this for most of that year, and I was very excited when the day finally arrived to leave. Summer break was already a month in, and I had been packing for the last few days. The flight was almost nine hours, and most of the flight I slept. When we arrived in Italy, we went to our hotel and for the next few days, we went to many places like the, Colosseum and the Pantheon. We also went to many restaurants that reflected the Italian culture. I recall tasting a margarita, and it being some of the best pizza I 've had, it was thin and delicious. A few days into the trip, my parents decided to take us to the Sistine Chapel. At the time I had minimal knowledge of world history, so I did not understand what this place was, but once we arrived, I was amazed by its size , the beauty of the painting and I when I realize how old it was, I found it very interesting. We decided to take a tour, along with a tour guide, telling our group information along the way. Although we were in a group, there was a mass of other people, as well as many other tours going on. We would go to many rooms, some people would stay in a room, while others would move on. There was so much to see, and since there was art on the ceiling, my eyes were mostly locked above me. In a particular room, I had gone ahead, while my parents had stayed. I thought I had remembered what room they were, and how to get there from where I was, but I

Today, my family and I are finally leaving. We have been debating on leaving for the past week or so. We have recently lost all of our money. My dad wants to go and earn money in We live in Greece and it is about 100 miles to the coast where our ship will board. I am taking as many clothes as possible and I am taking my old teddy bear that I have had since the day I was born. We walked for days, taking breaks when possible and finding shelter during storms. Then one day my father said ,” Look,, there it is... the ship.” It had gig text on the side that said Nevada At this point I was trembling and the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. As we were boarding the ship the scent of people who hadn 't bathed in weeks or maybe even months. It was terrible, but it was also the best. We were on our way to freedom.

I was thinking, “Am I an obstacle on the path of my husband's achievement. He wanted to use me as the stepping stone for his success. He disregarded my love, affection and romantic overture because I am a woman.”