My Life With A Family

I remember being taken away from my mother at age seven. My brother was only a year old when we were separated. We were ripped away from her arms and placed in foster care. I can recall that day clear as a crystal. My throat felt constricted as I yelled out for my mother, my eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, my knees bruised because I refused to be taken away. From then out my life tumbled down. I could no longer protect my brother, I could not be there to wipe my mother’s tears away. I was alone and frightened. Now that I look back at my experiences in foster care it made me stronger. As of today I am more grounded, and able to go through life with a new lense. I got to experience foster care and am able to empathize with those who have gone through it as well.

Your life is changed every day and there are many points to your life. One point of my life is that family is the most important thing. Family is an important factor of everyone’s life, it’s who you are and who you have become today.

I was raised and adopted by my grandparents, after both of my parents decided to

As a parent, I have quickly learned the true meaning of “it takes a village.” With two under two, my hands are full. Inevitably, one is crying or crawling in the direction of danger, but I am so fortunate to parent with a strong partner – a father who truly understands the inner-workings of the small, sensitive girl type.

When I was about five years old I had something happen to me that would change forever. My life before this was not the best and was really confusing to understand and that was because I was always moving into different houses with my mom and would always have a new dad which as a little kid you don’t really know what is going on and have to just deal with it. My mother was not the best and did not take really good care of me.

As a child, my parents had an emotional divorce. My father was sent to jail when I was only six years old. He was convicted of illegal drugs in his system and he attempted robbery. Since I was only in second grade, I was completely oblivious to what actually happened, all I knew is that I would not have a father for a couple of years. Considering I was so close to my dad, I was devastated.

"Darn it, Mitch! You don 't care about anyone but yourself and that stupid job! I

When I was eighteen months old, I was blessed to be adopted from India by a family in California, the Allans. They were a family of four at the time in Ventura with two boys, ages of three and four years old. It took almost a

Another struggle I had to deal with was being separated from my three biological sisters, because we were all adopted by different families. My two oldest sisters were moved two hours away from me, but the sister closest to me in age was only about 15 minutes away. All of our parents did their best to arrange dates where we could stay a weekend at each other’s houses. Because of the distance however, my relationship with my two oldest sisters was not as strong as the sister who lived closer. It was also difficult to deal with people who were confused with the fact that I didn’t live with my sisters. Even though it was annoying to explain it to every single person who asked that same question, I realized it was a part of being adopted and I eventually got used to it. Dealing with my biological parents was probably one of the biggest struggles I have had to face since being adopted. My biological dad lost all rights to see me when I was three, but my mom had the right to write letters to me and talk to me, as long as it was okay with my parents. My mom and dad didn’t want to hide her from me, so they allowed

I had one of the best experience in my life being a mom welcoming new life in this world. I admit in the beginning I was only nineteen years old I had no job, no mature level, no clue how to raise a baby. In the beginning I was bit paralyzed with fear, but as months starting coming and going I became very sad to having excitement. I had create a living being that seems like a dream, but it was real person inside my body. I had no idea what the journey was going be like at all, I was not sure if he or she was going cherish and believable bond that would last whatsoever. The three stages I experience when having a baby in my stomach was during my pregancy , birth of my baby and even today.

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 in middle school, I was very depressed. I was struggling to find my place among my peers and be accepted the way I suppose I wanted to. And my home life wasn’t the best; my dad was suffering from a brain tumor and my mom was stressed about it. We had multiple people living in our home because I have six other siblings and we do not have a big house. Because of all of this and bullying in school, online bullying, and bullying in the real world, I had a poor sense of self-concept and thus a poor self-esteem. I was cutting myself starting in about fifth grade until about seventh grade. I also smoked weed and drank often in middle school, which surprises many people, yet it isn’t abnormal among my friend group.

Life is made up of duties, and responsibilities. One must factor in "me" time is to stay healthy. I faces many day-to-day responsibilities that I must complete or remember for work, and family life. I try my best to put my family first. There are daily tasks of keeping in shape and cleanliness. This would include my daily tasks which are laundry, washing dishes, sweeping, and cooking. "There also must do tasks as well, like paying bills, making sure the kids homework is completed and ready for bed.

I live with a large family, sometimes it limits my ability to have fun, and have what I want. My family consists of seven members, my two parents, two sisters, and two brothers. Having a family that is double that of the national average often doubles the money or time it take to accomplish something. I will be analyzing the effects that a large family has on my life. The effects that it has on the money we have. Also, the effects a big family has on our ability to go out to errands or to restaurants. Finally, how my large family affects the peace and calmness of our house and other places we go, and our ability to make decisions as a group.. This problem affects me every day, and will likely affect the rest of my life as well.

I was four years old when my life started to go through tough situations in my life. My parents started to have problems all the time because my father was cheating on my mother. My mother and my father had many businesses together and one of them was a school from Pre-K until 12th grade in the Dominican Republic. I remembered that my father even had women at their own business and my mother could not stand that. As the years went by, I was six years old when my parents got divorce and my father left the house. When I saw my father leaving the house it was one of the toughest emotions that I have faced during my lifetime so far. My father used to come to my house and see him at my house was the happiest moment of my life, but just see him leave my house was one of the most depressing emotions going through my life. I used to not eat, watch TV, not going out to play with my friends and just stay sleeping at my house. My mother got really scared that she even had me with a psychologist to get me on track and see if I was going through depression or negative things.