Personal Narrative Of My Family

My family and I were off to visit our grandparents in Lituya Bay,Alaska.It was just me,Lilian, my brother,Joesph,mom and dad.I had a normal life and a loving family.Just that my brother and I didn’t get along with each other.As we got there it looked windy and cold and there was no sun.It stayed like that for three days.My grandparents house was huge.It had three floors.I got to have my own room. I went downstairs to make myself some hot chocolate.It tasted very delicious that I made myself another

My family is an extremely run of the mill normal family from Korea. We live a very generic life for people who also live in Korea, but compared to the American standard, our life is kind of poor. My mother's father used to work as a telegraph operator while my mother's mother is the daughter of said telegraph station's owner. In November 4, 2004. My mother came to the United States of America, and because of that, I became a part of the many immigrants who came to America to find a better life and

“Do you know anything about pennies in my freezer?” As an eleven-year old, the question evoked a laugh and a denial. In my defense, I truly knew nothing about the pennies; however, I could hypothesize how our poker tournament could have led to their new home. For some families, Christmas is a time of gathering and food; for my family, Thanksgiving is the most wonderful time of the year and, more importantly, hunting season. Wafts of pumpkin pie and my aunt’s strawberry jello salad float above

Personal Narrative Essay: Dianna Belous A few months ago, at family prayer my grandfather was having trouble with his leg and he was limping. My uncle decided to ask if we wanted to pray for him. All the kids got around my grandpa, and we put our hands on him and we prayed about his leg. When he got up his leg was still bugging him. After prayer my grandparents went home and went to bed. The next week, my grandma told us that after we prayed last week, they went home and went to bed, but the next

events that have happened but after all I endured in my younger years I have found better ways to cope, and I have had to practice, patience, tolerance and forgiveness probably more than most. Due to childhood traumas, I do still keep a so called wall around myself; it is there by choice mainly as self-preservation than anything. My adoptive dad passed in the late 80’s, my adoptive mom is in her later years of life and I have become her caregiver, my husband and I live with her and while it has been

My Struggle     I peaked in around the door for a few seconds before my brother pushed me away. I could hear my father mooning in pain as the medical team placed him on a gurney and rolled in out of the house and into the ambulance. Everyone was frantic as we piled into my brother’s old red truck to follow them to the hospital. I remember thinking “what if… what if he doesn’t come back with us.”     As we arrived at the hospital my mother was with my father and they placed my brother, sister, and

My Own D.D.D. My dad and I had a pretty good relationship with each other. We even set up days that we would have a Daddy Daughter Date. I loved to go to those dates with him. We would get all dressed up, me in a fancy dress and him be in a suit and tie. We would always go to a sushi restaurant, because that is the type of food that I loved to eat the most then. He didn’t like sushi as much as me, but for me, he would take us there, every time. After we ate a very fancy dinner, we would hop back

My sister and I first came to America in 2009. Our parents stayed behind in South Korea, and we live with our uncle’s family. I could barely speak English, which greatly reduced my chance of making friends and getting good grades. I remember feeling terrible looking at a giant letter “D” on my English grade report. On top of that, there was monetary trouble between my parents and uncle, which led to his mistreatment of me and my sister. In that period of my life, I realized that in order to thrive

My immediate family includes my father Craig, mother Judy, younger sister Chloe, and myself. The heritage of my father’s family originates in Ireland and Denmark. His ancestors came to the United States around 1905. My mother’s family traveled from Germany to America in 1855. My parents married in 1994 in the Saint Patrick Catholic Church where they both grow up, in Montrose, South Dakota. Three years later, I was born at the Avera Mckennan Hospital in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Specifically, I entered

setting was a life-changing occasion that altered me for the rest of my life. In 2005, my mother gave birth to my younger twin sisters, which influenced my parents’ decision that it was time to move our family from the city to the outskirts of Philadelphia. Although we knew that moving was the responsible thing to do, my brother and I acquired no interest to leave our home, friends, family, or our schools. Consequently, Ryan, my eldest brother, had a charismatic personality; therefore, he had several