My Mother And My Aunt

I come from a family that is not the best. Like most families, we;re  not perfect but I would say we're a little more messed up than the average family. Most of the people around me didn't go to college, do drugs, or sit at home doing nothing with their lives, and along with that, my family isn't blessed with great health. When I was 15 years old, sophomore year, My grandmother got really sick. My nana was sick for a while but I was just oblivious to it and did not notice until it got really bad. She had stage 4 lung cancer which then traveled to her brain, pancreas, liver, and spine. Life became brutal for her and she moved into my house where we had to give her care 24/7. The simplest things such as bathing, walking, and using the bathroom, were no longer possible for her to do on her own. Being only 15 years old, it was extrememly difficult and stressful to deal with all of my school work and also take care of my grandmother but I somehow managed. It was terrifying seeing my nana in the condition that she was in and then having to walk into school everyday and be happy and focused knowing what I had to go home to. I never understood how serious it was until it started progressing and soon it was too

It was May 2006, my grandfather lay in his hospice bed, tired and weary, dying of pancreatic cancer. There was nothing I, or any one in my family could do for him. My grandfather was one of the biggest influences I had on my life, and here I was siting helpless as he was dying. However, there was one woman who was able to aid my grandfather in his midnight hour, nurse Judy. Nurse Judy would stay up all night and comfort my grandfather, and she acted quickly when he was in vital need of something. Nurse Judy was not only there for my grandfather but for the rest of my family as well. She would comfort my mother and grandmother, and explain various medical terminology to my brothers and I. It was during this tremendously difficult time in my life that I made the decision to become a nurse. I saw all of the good I can do for the patients, as well as their families just by being there for them during difficult times.

This woman inspired myself and my siblings to be who we are now. To fight hard for what they want and what it takes to get it. This person is not only a brave hero to many, but she is a loving mother of mine. Her name is Zejna and she is not quite the person who is known for the simplest things, but she is known for who she is. She has beautiful green eyes that match her oval face and rosy cheeks that show the enthusiasm she has for everything. My mother always was the person to help out others and those in need because she knows how it feels like to get something from others. She always had the impression of others as hard working, kind, and loyal. One of the things she says to her children of advice is, “All can happen if it’s wanted.” Whenever there is a lack of participation of some sort, she will say this exact thing to bring your confidence up.

When I was born my parents and I lived with my dad’s parents. My dad and grandfather worked together and everything was great until they started to disagree on things. Eventually, things got worse and my parents wouldn’t speak to my grandparents. My parents at this time had my brother and thought it would be best if we moved out and got our own house. The problem was, however, that because I had spent so much time living in my grandparents house, they didn’t want me to leave. The ended up taking my parents to court.

My mother resembles my grandma so much they sacrifice themselves for the well-being of others. It was about a year ago when my mother found out that her mom started going blind. My grandma had not said anything just that she was fine. “Porque no me dijistes algo,” my mother would ask. “You already have a lot on your mind this isn’t something you should worry about,” Grandma would answer. My mother has endured hardships one after the other. My mother has gone through major surgeries due to stress. In one of her surgeries she had her whole uterus removed. My mother could no

In December of 2008, my wife and I found out we would be having our fourth child. We were living in Sugarloaf Key, FL while I worked in Key West, FL. Due to some unforeseen circumstances with our land lord, we terminated our lease in Sugarloaf early, rather than trying to find a place for the remaining six months we would be there. We moved the family back home to North Carolina over the Christmas break from school. I still had six months or so remaining before I transferred to my new job in Tybee Island, GA. The military had moved us before, being a military family moving was a bitter sweet occurrence. The family adjusted well and settled right in. Having family close by to help ease this transition helped out greatly. The fourth addition to our family was developing on schedule, regular doctor visits, and checkups. We decided that he would be born in NC since my wife was comfortable with the doctor she was already seeing. The estimated delivery date also worked with my work schedule and being home for the birth.

Everyone has someone in their life that makes you feel better when you're sad or cares about you eternally, no matter what. That is my family, specifically my Dad, my Mom and my brother Brian. Some people take their family for granted, but I know that without my parents I wouldn’t have a roof over my head or food on a plate or even clothes on my back. Without my brother, I might not have played any sports, my brother is the one who introduced all types of sports into my life and motivated me to do my best.

Family was a word that made me feel like an empty bag, drifty down the wind, not having a clue about . It was a word I heard a lot, my family this and my family that, people I was surrounded with had a family to be with but I didn't have no family here to even spend time with. Sometimes when I heard people talk about their family, I would day dream and imagine how my family was like, what did they like to do and go to family reunions, how many people were in my family, were there some in my family characteristics that I shared with them or were there others that were totally different from mine. I would think what was my mom and dad's side like, what was different about them. All these questions I had floated in my head and left me wondering out for years. Whenever people asked about my family, I would just want to blast off, miles away to my destination and meet them, then land back to the conversion and tell them about my family.

Family provides a basis for how we interact with the world; when meeting someone new, or doing a new action, I think back on what my family has taught me. I have a large family and each member has done something that has impacted me in some way, but I have really analyzed how my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and parents have impacted my life. There are several aspects to consider however for this analysis I will be focusing on these socioeconomic events: immigration, poverty, gender, educational attainment, death, and health problems.

I waited for the black truck to arrive at my door. I never knew my aunt, uncle, and cousin, and now they would become my new family. However no one could really replace my real family. My Mom, Dad and younger brother got into a car wreck. I was the only survivor. My heart still aches from the experience. To make matters worse, I would have to leave my home in New York to go and live with my closest relatives in the country. My emotions and thoughts were acting like they had been put in a blender. I was happy that my extended family was willing enough to take me into their care, I was sad because I would have to live away from my home and friends. Everything will be different nothing will ever be the same again.

As a little kid I have always saw my family come together at the dinner table at the end of the day and really get together and talk about all the gossip and what things still have to be done. That was the routine and I thought it was something we were always going to do till we die but I was wrong. As sad it is to admit that good things never last it seems like this was something I came to realize was slowly but surely dying off in tradition. So who is to blame the parents, children, or the industries and society because fast food easy and quick didn’t require a homemade meal so there is less time spent at home, in the kitchen, and at the dining table with your family.

Now for the part we're all waiting for, the siblings. My oldest sibling Daniel (32), this is one of the three siblings that totally excluded themselves out of the family. Right out of high school he closed all contact from my Dad and all the kids that still resided with him. Needless to say, I am the only kid that hasn’t talked to him. Next, Chase (30) I have a very distinct relationship with him only because when I look and talk to him it feels like I’m talking to my Dad. Like my Dad, he chooses his favorite siblings and the specific ones he wants to have a relationship with and like you can guess I’m not included in that group. Three years ago Chase decided to get into drugs and misuse them and I talked to him asking if his life was that bad that he had to turn to heroin for an escape and he just sat there with no response that is the one conversation that will stick with me till I die. Now the second most impactful sibling Rochelle(29) she gets me through thick and thin when it comes to my parents and calms me down when I need it the most. She has made me who I am and will always be by my side till I die. She has been in a total of six car totaling accidents since my birth because she suffers from Schizencephaly which is a rare birth defect where slits or clefts are formed in the cerebral hemispheres of the brain and causes her to have periodic seizures. Next, we hit Cole (27) my relationship could be stronger but it's not weak. I only see him maybe once or twice every

As a young girl I was brought up in a home where my parents had my older sister at a young age and fought hard to maintain the simplest necessities in life. My mother whom suffered to hide her 15 year abusive relationship with my dad still stood strong for us. When they were a couple they both made sure to work hard to give us a great home in a large yet great community in San Antonio, Texas. As a child I went through seeing my mother struggle to maintain her relationship while putting on a fake smile for her two daughters. I first handily saw horrible things happen to someone I have so much admiration for. She did anything possible to keep us safe but sadly my sister got some of the abuse too which went on to really put her in a different mental state as a teenager.

Family. That word means everything to me. My parents, both immigrants from India, were raised in relative poverty in their hometown of Bengaluru. They courageously made the decision to leave their own family behind for the sake of a better opportunity for themselves and their children. They sacrificed a lot when I was growing up, as they worked hard to establish their careers. Thankfully, my grandparents were there to help take care of me. Travelling back and forth from India, they would help around the house, cook meals, and even pick me up from school. Their presence played a huge role in my childhood. I was lucky enough to basically grow up with four parents, each of whom instilled in me values that I hold today: hard work, sacrifice, and altruism.

As a fourth generation Irish citizen, my family emigrated from Ireland to the United States in approximately 1870, during the post-famine wave of Irish immigration. During this time, more females came to the new land without the fetters of a husband, seeking a better future for herself and marrying a man of whom has established himself in the U.S. In the case of my family, my great grandmother traversed the Atlantic on her own terms in search of a higher standard of living and ultimately an opportunity for advancement, marrying an established Irish man in Baltimore, eventually moving north to Philadelphia, where she and my great grandfather raised my grandmother and her four brothers. Interestingly enough, my great grandmother’s story is similar to that of many female Irish immigrants of her time.