My Life With My Family

or family member. It’s what holds you down. In my case, it was my parents. I had a pretty great childhood growing up. I had an amazing mother whom I loved with all my heart. She was my rock, my everything. Always teaching me right from wrong. My father was spotty throughout my life, I’d see him every other weekend, and even that was on and off. However, I was always a major Daddy’s girl. He had always been my fun parent. Even though my father was never a very great role model, he was still my world

that every single day. I want to be happy with a delighted family. My life well family has been broken since forever. You must be wondering on what I mean “forever”. Well, for starters, my family is broken. It has been broken since the day my parents decided to move to California. America can make your dreams come true or destroy everything you have. It started with something simple. Rules in a relationship is to never cheat on each other. My mom might not know this but, i remember this one time we

While growing up with a sister usually lives in the same home in my case I lived with my mother and my sister lived with her father. I grew up in New York City, and my sister was in Miami two separate locations. The outcome would be, I joined the military and currently attending school for Occupational Therapy Assistant and my sister became a housewife and a Nurse after her separation. How we are raised in two separate locations and one parent a piece can grow up in two different ways. How we turned

to spend my time listening to my dad tell me stories of his childhood while he made pizzas at Domino’s for customers. Sometimes, if I was lucky, he let me create my own. As he made pizzas, he told me stories of his childhood in Vietnam and how he grew up engineering his own toys and the loving relationships he had with his siblings. He told me about his fishing trips, the warmth of home made Vietnamese food, and his adventures in the warm city of Saigon. He painted this picture that life was a green

southern part of Addis Ababa City. My family depends on agriculture, my parents grow crops like teff, barley, hard wheat and sorghum, which is the common ingredients for our day to day meal. The production of these crops takes place in traditional farming. I am the youngest kid in my family, that means I am free from any responsibilities in my culture my older siblings do most of the things in our family. I spent most of the time playing with my friends. Everyone in my family loves me. If something happens

My family has played a big roll in what makes me, me. After God, family is number one in my life. I believe that without them, I simply wouldn't be who I am today. My immediate family has shaped me into the women I have become. They love me, and want the best for me. I have an uncle who truly means the best for everyone and everything, however, that isn't what he necessarily gives us. He messes up, and has made some terrible decisions. Just like anyone, right? His story is different. Let's start

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

My whole family lived in Edison, New Jersey and I only saw my dad, brother, grandmother, grandfather, and my mother during my childhood. My mother was the person who had always helped me stay on the track to success. I called my mother Ma as a toddler because, I followed my brother in every way. Our culture was to call our mother Mama, but we could say Ma for short. My brother, Michael, called mother, Ma, and so I caught on. Ma was a hardworking, positive, and helpful parent. She wanted me to have

Throughout my life, I have lived fatherless in my family of girls. And the only time I would come to interact with another guy would always be at school. Growing up all my life like this was definitely a hardship that I didn 't know how I would be able to overcome as a little kid. I would never know what it would be like to live with a person encouraging me to be righteous and courteous. I would never know what it would be like to be pushed to be tough. I would never know what it would be like to

will never get a boyfriend dressing like that.” I rolled my eyes, Emma could be so annoying at times, when will she realize basketball is my passion, my life. Emma was almost always wearing a dress Emma was short and she had long, flowing blond hair and brown eyes, she also had skin as white as the moon. I on the other hand had long black dreads, and blue eyes. My Mom was white and my Dad is black making me bi-racial. I was also extremely tall. My Dad was the one who introduced me to basketball, he works