My Life With My Family

I had lived in Virginia most of my life. I was surrounded with a lot of family, and great

Apocalypse Now starts with U.S. Army captain, Benjamin Willard, waiting in the room of his hotel in Saigon to receive a mission. After his tour in Vietnam, Willard is very psychologically stressed and often has hallucinations of the war, but he continues to have the need to undertake special operations missions. It is then that two special intelligence officers reach out to him. They tell him about his mission, which is to travel along the Nung River into Cambodia to end the command of Special Forces Colonel Walter Kurtz, who has apparently gone insane.

What makes my family so unique is that we have established that although we aren’t all physically together anymore like we were when I first moved to Tulsa, we are closer than ever. I thought that being apart from my family would take me back to life before I ever knew them, but they have become such a prevalent part of my life that our relationships can stand the distance. I find myself looking forward to the weekends when I can go back to Tulsa, even if it means I won’t get any work done. We know that no matter how busy we get; family is always a priority. Moving to Tulsa and growing up around my huge family showed me how much I really value family and the rare sense of belonging that you get when you are around them. I hope that in the future, my family will have the same opportunity to grow up surrounded by their loved ones and that they too will find value in

My family was and is still very important in my life. Sometimes I would become melancholy when I think about how far apart I am from them. On the other hand, I do become enlightened when I think about how both sides of my families are close when I visit them in Missouri. As a child, never really had a birthday party or received a lot of presents, but when my family comes during my birthday, I feel like I’m receiving hundreds of presents. My family makes me feel safe and secure when I’m feeling down.

Throughout my life, I have known no other home than Texas. I was born at a hospital in Dallas to join my parents Tom and Vicki, and my older brother Brayden and eventually my little sister Sara. My brother and sister have always been my best friends growing up despite all our fights and complaining about each other. No matter how many troubles I’ve run into, my brother has never ceased to be there to help me up when I’ve fallen down. Growing up, he taught me to be kind, respectful, caring, and a true friend to everyone I meet. When my sister came along, I was able to act and care for her as my brother did for me when I needed him the most. For the first 10 years of my life I lived in a big house inside of a neighborhood that surrounded a golf course. I always loved Mckinney; everyone I would encounter was always caring and friendly.

I grew up in Forestdale, Alabama no matter how far i go that’ll always be what i call home Birmingham made me who i am i made many mistakes there but I also had plenty accomplishments there to that is where i was brought up at i will always visit there. I will try to come there every chance I get and just hang out with old friends and talk with family like i use too when i was younger. It made me who I am because it was a place i’ve always felt safe and could call home no matter what happens i know that place will always be there for me and I will always have someone who loves me unconditionally and always be there for me I will always get greeted with a hug and a smile. The place i feel loved the most is my great aunt's house in Forestdale

I was fortunate enough to grow up with my extended family, which is pretty large considering my dad has six siblings and my mom is one of eight siblings. Family has become a pretty central part of my life because many of my aunts and uncles on my mom’s side lived on the same street in Philadelphia, PA for years, and so we all grew up together. My cousins and I would spend the day together outdoors and every night we would all meet up for family dinners at my grandparents’ house. After a few years though, my nuclear family and I, consisting of my parents and my older brother, moved to New Jersey. My grandparents instilled in us the importance of spending quality time with one another whenever the opportunity presented itself, and they always reminded us that nothing in life was guaranteed, and that none of us could predict what tomorrow would hold. Because of the increased distance, and as we all got older and our lives got busier, members of my extended and nuclear families had to make more of a conscious effort to set aside a day every now and then so we could all spend time together. For example, every Thanksgiving and Christmas we have a family potluck at alternating houses, and on Memorial Day and the Fourth of July we have barbeques together. It’s easy to make excuses to skip our family events, but none of us ever miss them because these interactions we have with

When I was born my father, mother, and I lived in Post Falls, Idaho, but before I was old enough to make memories while living here, my parents divorced and I moved to an apartment in Spokane with my mother. Shortly after my parents’ divorce my mother was diagnosed with cancer. To eradicate the cancer, my mother had to have surgery and go through months of chemotherapy and radiation therapy. The medical bills were outrageous which motivated my mother and me to move in with my grandparents in Davenport, Washington.

My grandparents started taking care of me just as I was born, and when I was 7 my parents left Cameroon to come to the United States in hopes of a brighter future for their children. I enjoyed living with my grandparents because I was surrounded by cousins, and was blessed with an abundance of mouthwatering traditional food, handmade by my grandmother. I had become accustomed and enjoyed the lifestyle I had while with my grandparents. However that was subject to change when I received the news that I would be joining my actual parents in the United States.

As a young girl, my extended family was the sun, the moon, and the stars in my eyes. Unfortunately, that was all changed when my grandma died in December of 2011. That’s when I experienced jealousy for the very first time. It all started with my aunt Ceil, a freezer, and my unsuspecting father. Ceil has never

When we lived in Chicago, we settled in with my dad’s side of the family. His older sister, Ana was married to my uncle Rigoberto or “Beto” for short. They had 4 kids, Ana Elisa, Liliana, Araceli and the youngest, Rigoberto Jr.. We would always get together and have cookouts every other weekend. My cousins, along with my brother and I, would play games and share jokes. As time went by my family had decided to move to Texas in 2004, we were leaving my aunt and her family. It was a sudden transition for both my brother and I. New school, new people, and a new environment. We missed living in Chicago, including my parents. Since we had moved in south of Austin there was nothing but open fields and agricultural roads, it took us about a year to get used to our new home. Over time we had gotten more acquainted with a few of our neighbors here. My dad was trying to convince my aunt Ana to move down here with us because of the peaceful and quiet environment; especially since it was closer to travel to Mexico. Finally, after three years of detailed things about our new place through phone calls between my family and aunt, they decided to move to here with us. At first I was happy that they

I was the average Junior High student attending school with no worries. The summer before I started high school, my life changed forever. Of course it was for the better. I was blessed with sharing a life with my nephew. He showed me a way of life I never knew existed. My nephew, John, was two years old and he always spent a lot of time with us. He was at our house on a daily basis. Of course, he spent every weekend with us, too. His Dad, which is my brother, was in prison. His teenaged Mom, Alyse, was struggling as a single parent. She felt like she couldn’t give John the life he deserved. Alyse decided she could no longer raise a child by herself. She wanted the best for her child and believed letting him go would be the best option for him. Alyse called my Mom and asked if John could come to live with our family. My Mom did not hesitate when she answered in excitement; “When would you like for me to pick him up?” I knew that John moving in with my family meant that my life would be changing forever. Due to financial reasons; my Mom, who was also a single parent, would have to work nights and double shifts to make ends meet for our family. Because of this, I would be responsible for caring for John after school. My Mom tried very hard to allow me to participate in school activities as a normal High School student would. I was allowed to be involved in as many activities as logically possible. The reality was we all had to make sacrifices. I don’t think I realized at the

Grandparents are very important people in one’s life because of the many whimsical things that they do for us. My grandparents are always there to make me feel better. My amazing grandparents make me feel better with their warm, welcoming lives, and love when I'm down. To me, they are the nicest people on the entire surface of this planet. Since supply me with what I need, and even more, I am able to do fun things with or without them. Also, they are very caring towards me and the rest of my family. Additionally, they give me gifts, and good ones too, school, and occasionally help me do life. Besides, they essentially supply me with everything I need for the real world, but my parents do that as well. One of my favorite qualities of my grandparents is that they give us amazing trips around the world. Doing these trips with them is one of the most fun things you can possibly do. They give us the trips to

The most important thing for me in my life is my family. Although we are separated during the week, we would hardly see each other. Deep down, they are the reason why I look forward to Fridays and Sundays. These days are not Just any ordinary day for my family because we get to come to gather and have fun we bond as any other normal family dose. Another reason why my family is important to me is because my mother is my motivation to finish the week she is the first person I see in the morning and the last person I see at night.

Our family was blessed to be a part of an even larger family. Our father had a brother and three sisters; his brother’s wife and daughter died in childbirth before any of us was born. Because of this, he played a more prominent role in our lives than he would have had he had his own family. His three sisters had sixteen children between them. With the nine in our family, there were twenty-five cousins who were often together celebrating Christmas, birthdays, Baptisms and other family special occasions with our grandparents.