Personal Note On My Family Essay

Every woman in my family has started a family at young age, not one generation of the woman in my family has gone to college none have continued their education past high school or even middle school, I wanted to be the first to break the cycle, no matter how much I was put down and ridiculed. The oldest girl of my siblings, the one to set the example for the rest of my sister, maybe even brothers. I’ve worked tremendously hard to get where I am, surpassing each and every “bump in the road” and even when it all went downhill I seen it as a chance to grow. A chance to become everything i’ve ever wanted to be, a role model.

Decemeber 25th, 2016: A day filled with overly excited children and stressed out parents who are preparing for the events to come that day. After eagerly ripping through tons of wrapping paper that early morning, my family and I started our journey to the little town of Sobieski. The town may be extremely small and only have a population of less than two hundred people, but it is one of the most significant cities in my life. We soon arrived at my second home, my grandparent’s house, in the next half an hour.

Family, when you hear that word what do you think? Most people will think of their siblings or parents, but family is more than that. A family is the people that help you grow up, learn, live, and much more. Your family is filled with people that we love the most and they create memories that last a lifetime.

As any other kid all I wanted growing up was a family like the fairytales. A prince charming dad and princess as a mom ,but like always nothing is what it seems. Many people do not cherish family until some death or terminal illness occurs. I am going to talk about two major impacts in my life.

“Family” is a bit of a weird word for me. It is portrayed as so fundamentally important, “Your family is always there for you.” Movies and televisions shows spin stories about love, about fighting but always making up in the end, about unwavering support and caring. When it’s time to give thanks, be it in a speech or a written blurb, people always thank their families. I did when I was a little kid and had to write little biographies for shows, but that hasn’t happened in a long time. I was one of the only (if not the only) people in my graduating class to not mention their family in their senior thanks. During my church “Coming of Age” program I was the only one who didn’t list family as one of the most important things in my life, and my mother noticed. She was upset. My father doesn’t understand why I don’t go to my aunt or grandparents when I need a favor. “They’re your family!” That’s a loaded phrase.

For all my life my family has been very close. My mother’s family has always been close by and we have always celebrated every holiday together, spent birthdays and we always got together to eat dinner. Even though my father’s side of the family lives scattered throughout the country we always found times to travel and see each other. We did not see each other on holidays except for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because it is the one time of the year I get to spend with my entire family. I always love the craziness and even though my father hates cooking for forty people he does it because it is so important to my family. He knows the only thing that matters is our family is all there and it brings us all closer for that one time of the year. My family on paper seems happy and perfect but it is not. My family has had stressful times with illness and deaths and when people thought it would tear us apart it did not it brought us all closer.

Growing up, I was always been recognized as the shy child. At family events, I would be too afraid to have a conversation with my own uncle, so instead I would hide by my parents and avoid communicating with anyone at all costs. My sister is the loud one, she has always been outgoing and I loved to utilize that as an excuse to not address or express my thoughts and opinions. My dad soon realized that I sincerely hated meeting new people, having conversations, and making friends. He would constantly try his best to force me to obtain more confidence with people by making me order my own food, encouraging me ask other people questions, and continuously try to push me out of my comfort zone. This continued up through middle school, I had only

No one can’t meet a family like mine’s. My family is well diversified. Every family member plays an important role in all my family’s lives. In my family, there are four people: my father, my mother, my little brother and me. My father is one who brings money home and is also responsible for organizing and planning family trips. My mother is the one who is in charge for making meals and makes sure everyone eats at the appropriate times. My little brother is the pet of the family. He actually doesn’t have any responsibilities, for he’s the pet. I am the rock of support in my family. I always go beyond my parents’ expectations. I also support my younger cousins and little brother, by being a role model that they can look up to. Another

The summer with Nana went by really fast. I thought it couldn’t go any faster until I met Emma. Nana took me over to her house, which was a few houses down. We both share many of the same interests and love to play together. On the day we meet we both knew right away that we would be great friends.

My parents have had quite a number of jobs in their lifetime. My dad, when he was younger, used to work at his family restaurant as the waiter and the kitchen porter, which is someone who is in charge for general cleaning. In high school, he had a countless number of jobs. He was his school’s janitor, a brick maker, a community bus driver, an ice-cream factory worker, a pizza delivery boy, and a car inspector. He is currently a mailman and he has been working as one for seventeen years. My mother was a seamstress when she was a stay-at-home mom and had to nurse me when I was a baby. Now, my mother is a nail technician and a nail salon.

“Family: a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household.” In 2017 we have several different types of families. In current times, single families are not the majority type of family. Stepfamilies and single families dominate. Luckily, I have been blessed with the fact that my parents are still together, making my family a “traditional” family. Of course my family has had a positive effect on me. They helped form me into the person I am today. Like every other family, we have our defects. In my house, we have five residents: My mother, my father, my sister, my niece, and myself. Everyone in my family tends to have many of the similar traits and personalities. I blame a majority of our personalities on our heritage

I am a unique person, or at least I like to believe it. My family and I share many of our characteristics; this fact is most likely due to our upbringings and the similarities between my siblings’ and mine, and the fact that my parents were the ones to raise us. My family is extremely intelligent and we are just as stubborn. We are a lazy, fun, and creative family as well.

From the outside looking in, my family seems like a “normal,” loving, caring family, but we aren’t. My parents can’t stand each other, so they are never together. My mom barely speaks to me; if she does, it’s just to yell at me or tell me about my faults. My sister and I have a good relationship now, but didn’t always. My dad has always been good to both my sister and I, and he and I have a semi-close relationship. The four of us have had so many problems throughout my life, but no one seems to notice. The only thing we do well together is attempt to look happy and healthy so no one finds out that we have some serious problems.

Every family has its calling. Some of these families calling are to farm or to travel the world. My family, on the other hand, feel that their reason they were placed on this earth is to help children who can’t help themselves. Children who have been mistreated by the people they call parents or the children who don’t have anyone to call family. John Ruskin was said, “Give a little love to a child, and get a great deal back.”

I will never forget the day I walked downstairs at two in the morning. I stood in the doorway of my parent’s bedroom watching my parents crying their eyes out while yelling at my sister. "How could this happen to you? Why did you want to do this? Why did I get a call from the cops at two in the morning saying that you were thinking about killing yourself," my mom yells, fiercely shaking in fear. "I hate my life," my sister screams back at them practically swimming in her own tears. By this point, both of my brothers have awoken and are now standing alongside me witnessing this heartbreaking scene. "But why Casey," my dad softly says, trying to hold it together. My sister begins to yell again, "Because people are constantly texting me making fun of me, telling me I 'm a whore and saying that I should just kill myself because no one actually likes me." As soon as she finishes her sentence my Mom drops to the floor crying. I along with my other brother immediately start crying as well. The only thought that came to my head is why would someone as perfect as she, hate her life so much to want to end it. To better understand cyber bullying, it 's crucial to look at the causes and effects it has on teenagers.