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Essay on Personal Experience: Spending Happy Times with The Family

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At some point, no one has ever been happy with their family. It may be because of a bad decision, a terrible misunderstanding or an inevitable situation. It could be a lot of things. But in my family, it was something simple yet irritating: rules. It felt suffocating. And because of it, I was hardly allowed to do the things I wanted to; like hanging out with friends for one.

I can seemingly recall how often I felt left out; from the clothes I wore to the things I didn’t have. And in fact, no one would believe me if I told them I don’t and will never have a Facebook account. Apparently, I am not age-ready and responsible enough to have one. And even if I will be in the later years, it wouldn’t be that much of a hit anymore. It …show more content…

Apart from the matters regarding grades, she said that he saw the four of us (my mother, my siblings and me) playing hide-and-seek, late one afternoon. That day, the sun just went down and we were waiting for my dad to pick us up from school. It was the perfect time to play hide-and-seek. When our dad finally came, each of us lined up to kiss him on the cheek like we always did. But because I knew there were still people around, I kissed my dad quickly. As my mother continued telling me what happened during their talk, she said that my adviser suddenly burst into tears. How he wished he had a family like ours: perfect. Upon hearing the whole story, I went numb then guilty all of a sudden. How can that be? What exactly did he see in us that day which made him say that it was perfect? I felt ashamed. My teacher was hurting and I wasn’t feeling anything at all. Aside from the fact that he is a guy, I couldn’t imagine him crying over such a thing. I couldn’t even imagine myself crying over such a thing. But I know for sure that my family is anything but perfect. I couldn’t understand. Not yet.

During class devotion time with our adviser one day, our point of conversation moved from the day’s scripture to matters about family; something I wasn’t that thrilled to be talking about then. When it was our adviser’s turn to speak, he retold of the time when he saw us playing hide-and-seek

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