Narrative Essay About A Happy Family

I grew up in a unhealthy household; days and nights were drowned by screaming, fighting, crying, mental and emotional abuse. Being the youngest in my family I took the aftermath of my mother and siblings’ pain and aggravation. My only break was school, but even then I was tormented by my own bottled up emotions.

Family! Family! Family! Family can be a wonderful thing. It can be healthy or unhealthy. It can be functional or dysfunctional. Family means different things to different people. Some families are loving and close. Some families are mean, hateful, and distant. There are different types of relationships within a family unit. Relationships can be enmeshed, detached, or disengaged; these types of relationships are unhealthy. The family system can be open and homeostatic; these kinds of relationship are healthy. We are all born into different families with different situations. Sometimes life can be hard, with all of its facets and difficulties, and ups and downs. Looking at the past of one 's life can be a happy event for some, but for others, it can be tormenting to have to reminisce about the past.

The world was soft and warm. There were sweet voices and bright colors that surrounded me, begging for comfort. I lay with my small body swaddled in a blanket, resting on a soft green sofa. My head propped up on a plump pillow facing the fireplace. The sound of the sweet voice in my ears and the smooth blanket eased my aching. My brain pulsed behind my eyelids with every movement. My bones were stiff and sharp, but still gave me the urge to move them awake again. I arch my back and widened my arms, my fingers outstretched to the room. My hand falls on something wet and cold. I grasp it and am met with a hot slimey tongue over my fingers; a greeting. I turn to meet the wide brown eyes of my companion, the one who refused to leave my side from the beginning of my harsh fever. He whined and laid his jaw on my belly, still not taking his big eyes off me.

When I first looked for a topic, it was harder than I thought. As I picked up my pen and paper everything evanesced. When the topic searching wasn’t going well, I tried to define the word family. Ooh did I think long and hard, but realized that everybody’s definition was personal and different based on their feelings and memories. I thought long and hard into my family history and adorned the memory of our vacation to South Dakota, along with the activities attached to the trip. In my family narrative, I will be explaining a family trip to Mt. Rushmore, Kalahari, and the wild experience of standing in a glass box staring down from the Willis Tower, trying to unlock my personal definition of the word family. Now, let’s jump to the exhilarating trip to South Dakota!

     The 1950’s were a decade of growth and expansion. Growth of the middle class, expansion of religion and a growing economy kept Americans on the move- literally. Families were moving from the cities and into the suburbs. “This massive shift in population from the central city was accompanied by a baby boom that started during World War II. Young married couples began to have three, four, or even five children (compared with only one or two children in American families during the 1930’s) (The American Story, pg. 729). This style of living began making the immediate

In The Way We Never Were, Stephanie Coontz suggests that society romanticizes past generations of family life and points out that these memories are merely myths that prevent us from “dealing more effectively with the problems facing today’s families” (Coontz x). Coontz proposes that researchers can take empirical data and create misleading causality for that data, thus feeding cultural myth and/or experience. Coontz believes that “an overemphasis on personal responsibility for strengthening family values encourages a way of thinking that leads to moralizing rather than mobilizing for concrete reforms” (Coontz 22). She calls on us to direct our attention to social reforms, which can be accomplished by avoiding victim-blaming

A dysfunctional family is a group of people usually related by some means, not always necessarily by blood, in which conflict, misbehavior, maltreatment and neglecting create a hostile life for its members. To explain this idea better we will see the definition of family, the differences between a healthy and a dysfunctional family; their characteristics and behavioral patterns. Some examples will help us examine this issue better, taking us to discuss the different factors that contribute to the formation of such families, along with its consequences in today’s society.

My mother was the person who traumatized me as I grew up. I was called out of my name, ugly, and fat. I walked on egg shells when my mother was at home. When I told my father of what she was doing he didn’t believe it, because when he was around she was kind to me. Nothing I could do and say was good adequate. I was beaten, burned and cursed for being alive. I was a premature baby and when I was born if it had not been for my father I would be dead. The doctors told my parents by me being so small they could not guarantee that my vital organs would function properly and my mother said well put her to sleep. My father said well if she dies it will be on her own and I survived. I was a six-month premature baby and I often wonder if my mother

Born in Tumbes, a small under-developed town on the north coast of Peru the familial dynamic revolved around abuse and abandonment. My father abused then abandoned my mother after the birth of their fifth child and went to live with a successions of other women. My mother was forced to move to her parent’s household consisting of six of their seven children and eleven grandchildren, seventeen total. Occasionally, my father would return resulting in my mother having five more children, totaling ten. Due to the lack of healthcare, three of my siblings died and as the second child, my mother assigned me to care for my five youngest siblings. Often, my mother targeted her frustration toward me, inflicting constant atrocious physical abuse. It was during my eight school year when my educational motivation began fostered by a caring teacher who encouraged me to read books. By focusing my energy on reading books and study I found a refuge from my surrounding

You can never judge a book by it's cover, sometimes that book may be pretty on the outside but it could be broken on the inside like a mirror that was dropped with pieces that could not be put back together. I come from a family where we were once a “Family” but we let differences brake us. At this point in my life I was eleven years old learning to be independent,learning how to handle school on my own, not letting others define me as a person or who i was going to become. Again I was only eleven, a lot of eleven year olds i know today didn't do the things I did as a kid. Now there was a time in my life where i played with barbies and had a favorite blanket that i could not let go of. Every family goes through things there is no such thing as perfect.

Everything was about to change, we wouldn’t order take-out on Sundays, it was a big deal, I was losing my best friend, the only father figure I have ever had so far. I watched him taking all of his stuff out of the apartment, I was getting more and more mad. Wasn’t our beautiful relationship enough to make him stay? I even blame myself I thought I had done something wrong, maybe wearing his clothes and leaving them all messy, I apologize and swear not to do it again, but it didn’t matter the decision was already made.

This film study will define the theme of the unconventional family in the film Mostly Martha (2001) by Sandra Nettlebeck. This film takes place in Germany in a primarily German restaurant named Lido. The plot of the film involves the professional struggles of brilliant chef, Martha Klein (Martina Gedeck), that has trouble interacting with the customers due to her perfectionist behaviors. However, Martha soon meets her niece, Lina (Maxime Foerste), after her mother was killed in a car accident. Lina is a very angry and disturbed young woman that is grieving the loss of her mother, which makes communication extremely difficult. More so, Martha cannot find a babysitter for Lina, so she ends up bringing her to the restaurant. Finally, the arrival of a jovial new sous-chef named Mario (Sergio Castellitto) allows Martha to have a more relax and enjoy her job, but more so, it allows him to brighten Lina’s depression by making her good food. Overall, this film shows the overarching theme of the interchangeable family in that Martha, Lina, and

Another series of family-related conflicts unfolded when I was about 4-years-old, and one of my sisters, who is older than me by eight years, became a teenage mother. My mother and sister engaged in an array of colorful arguments, some of which escalated to physical violence. After the initial fury that my sister’s pregnancy unveiled, my mother decided to let Karen (my sister) move back into our house, not foreseeing the next conflict that was bound to arise.

It is every person’s dream to be happy in life. This is the reason why people work extremely hard to achieve their life goals. Most people, if not all, believe that achieving their set goals would make them happy. For instance, there are those who believe that becoming rich would make them happy, thus the reason for pursuing their careers passionately. At the same time, there are those who view families as a source of happiness, thereby committing themselves to taking care of their children and other family members. For my part, there are several aspects that make me happy. The success of my children, career growth, and financial stability are some of the things I believe would enable me to lead a happy life, thus the reason why I’m extremely saddened by thought of not achieving one of my goals.

Families have their own ways of getting along and getting through tough and emotional times. Some talk it out and some even just give nothing but silence to each other. Some can't even forgive each other for years and years. All of that sounds so bad to go through. Even though there are those times of disagreement there are families who have a blast with each other. Theres so many different ways problems can be solved, but I love how unique my family gets through things. Now your views of a family being happy and my views are gunna be different. You may even say my views sound like an unhappy family. Even if you don't agree with my family ways doesn't mean it doesn't work. In this essay I'm going to try and show you my views both happy and unhappy families in my experience.