Phong Van Khuat Family

Growing up I was extremely close to my father. He was always a tough guy to please, and I aspired to impress him and be the daughter he wanted me to be. Little did I know, my father would end up breaking my heart, and be responsible for tearing my family apart.

I have come from a well-meaning but very scarring, ambivalent and dysfunctional family. My father was a sometimes physically, but often times very emotionally abusive person. Using a large amount of fear and intimidation of him to control our family and home. My mother regularly took out her anger and frustration towards my father on me since my parent’s first major separation when I was seven years old which in conjunction with the negative impact of my parents’ off and on separations leading up to their eventual divorce I developed depression, anger and other behavioral problems as well. I suffered many years of abuse from my mother as a result of these things. I understood both my parents cared for me, even though their actions often time both demonstrated it and contradicted it which lead to much confusion in relationships and friendships outside of my family. One of if not the most scarring experiences were of my mother and the adults she surrounded herself with sympathizing her abuse towards me because of the abuse she endured by my father and

My parents sent me to China soon after I was born to be in the care of my grandparents due to financial circumstances. For five years, I regarded my grandparents as my parental figures, and I always questioned why my “parents” were so old compared to my friends’ parents. I realized the truth the first time my mom called me and my grandparents told me who she was. After that phone call, my parents started to call me more frequently, and I always asked them questions about their life, as I was curious. Usually, I would forget these conversations, but sometimes, after a call, I wondered how different their lives were from mine’s; I imagined them as being wealthy and living in a big house. While I enjoyed talking to them, I never imagined the day that I would receive the shocking news that I was going to move to America to live with my

During Middle school I experienced a situation that no family wants to have to encounter. Unfortunately I witnessed a divorce take place with my aunt and uncle. You might wonder why this divorce had such a huge impact on me? My aunt and uncle were hands down two of my favorite people. They always were there for any of my

During my time interview my grandma Moui, she stated her grandfather is named Thongdee Sophabmixay and he married my great great-grandmother Nang Laso. He was the mayor of the Muang Sami Tai of the Huaphanh province Laos. Her grandfather had married to three wives after each one of them dies and had nine children. Thongphet is Thongdee’s son which is my great grandfather and he married to Kang Koui which is my great-grandmother. Thongphet was a judge of Xiang Man City and he had nine children. However, three of the children die and the rest went to live in the country of United States, Australia, and Laos.

Family is a topic that has always fascinated, as I believe that I grew up in a somewhat untraditional family environment. I am an only child and lived with a single mother who managed to maintain a very warm and close friendship with my father following their divorce. Regardless of the fact that they were divorced and that they lived apart, they both played major roles in raising me, and they both managed to instill the importance of family as one of the values that I hold very close to my heart. Regardless of any turbulence or dissent that may have occurred between members, blood always ran thicker than water for my both parents.

When my father was alive my family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in Faryab province. Being a high ranked military general and a powerful businessman, made not only himself but the whole family highly outstanding and venerated families in society. But abruptly, in a short period of time, everything reversed when he was murdered. My mother, who widowed in a very young age left alone with six children. We the children and herself (my mother) were deeply traumatized by the sudden loss of my father that tremendously negatively affected us educationally and economically and our living condition as whole in short and long term.

My dad was a strict, overbearing father who thought it was necessary for his children to fear him in order to ensure respect. Everyone was affected by my dad's obsessive and controlling nature, and eventually my mom had had enough. Heartbroken after losing the love of his life, my dad was forced to recognize what he had become. This changed who he was as a person leaving me to be raised in two completely different environments.

My family was farmers in Northwestern Germany, I share my life with ten brothers and sister, I was the middle child and It same like my childhood when by fast. I was married at sixteen to men named Louise Muccioli. At first, life was good because we live nor my whole family. However, that was about to changes, at seventeen I had my first child and my husband father died leaving him the farm. Germany was going through a time of turmoil of 1848. My husband’s family farm has dwelt because the leader of the church said we were worshiping the “wrong” religion. Not only did it cause my family to be unsafe, additional they use their police power to made it hard for my husband to get supplies to run the farm. They were pushing us out by not having

When evaluating the absence of a strong relationship between my mother’s siblings, it is important to consider geographical location. My grandparents shortly lived all over the country and world, but resided in Connecticut due to my grandfather’s job. They have always encouraged their children to travel and as a result I have family residing all around the nation. My Uncle David and his family recently moved from Texas to California, while my Uncle Stephen and his family live in Washington. After graduating college in Florida, my mother lived most of her life there but returned to Connecticut after my parent’s divorce. Despite my mother’s return, where her brother Mark and Doug live, her relationship with them was already distant after so many years of little communication. Because my family is dispersed around the nation, my interactions with my cousins is limited to just the ones I can visit often which has weakened the third generations sociability. Each individual family keeps to themselves, but within the family unit, the bonds are

My relationship with my mother has always been precarious and at times very difficult. My mother comes from a high context family with a protective conversation/conformity orientation and that is something she continued when raising a family of her own. The relationship I have with my mother is special to me, but at the same time is full of compromise, conflict, and differentiating.

history also has an affect on the relationship with the persons’ parents. Events that occurred in the past

The few times we did get to spend time together as a family, it wouldn’t feel like it. I knew all the relationships between my family members. I was the one who they told everything to but ask me not to tell anyone. This was a lot of weight on my shoulders because I began caring for everyone else’s relationships; especially my mom’s because my brother and sister would argue

Growing up without my father was perplexing for me because I saw how my oldest brothers’ and sister’s father would interact with them. He treated me differently because I was not his biological daughter. Sometimes, he would take me on some of their trips be-cause it gave my older sister company as we were very close in age.

As early as I can remember my grandparents, whom my sisters and I called Mum and Pa were and are the most important people in my life. I have two sisters, my twin Kristine and my younger sister Debbie. I don’t have many memories of my dad and the one’s I do recall aren’t really nice ones, he was an alcoholic who wasn’t home much and when he was my mother and him would argue and end with him hitting her. Growing up I always felt that my mom favored my twin Kristine (not much as changed) and that my father favored Debbie, so where did this leave me. We lived in a suburban city and most days and nights my mother worked second and third shifts, probably so she wasn’t home when our father returned late at night drunk. My parent’s situation left the three of us alone quite often if it wasn’t for our amazing grandparents. Similar to the way I felt about the favoritism being shown was the same way my sisters felt about the relationship I had with our grandparents. The numerous occasions I ran away from home to a phone booth to call my grandfather to come get me, staying at their house for days just being happy and feeling special. We didn’t live in the best houses, I remember one home that used to be my fathers aunt and uncles house when we walked home from school with friends they would want to know what house and at first my sister and I would just say “oh it’s down there”. Finally, when I was in seventh grade my mother left our dad and we moved in with my grandparents.