Unconnected To My Family Essay

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.

Every year the school organized a gathering for grandparents to accompany their grandchildren to school. My fellow classmates’ grandparents always attended this event. That day always saddens me, because I didn’t have my grandparents anymore. I felt like I was being judged for not having grandparents anymore. Actually, I was jealous of the other kids because I could not even remember my grandparents. My grandmothers died when I was a toddler, so most memories I had are nonexistent.

I was born on August 22, 1998 in the tiny farm town of Galt. I grew up caught between two worlds: my Filipino household and my American school. When I was in primary school, I would wake up each morning to attend school at Lake Canyon Elementary, speaking English, learning from predominantly white teachers, socializing with a predominantly Mexican and White student body, and spending money on soggy, greasy American food in the cafeteria. At the end of the school day, I would return home to my parents speaking Kapampangan, say my daily prayers, and indulge in delicious Filipino food. In school, I was acutely aware of the fact that I was extremely different than the majority of the students at school. The only other Filipino at my elementary school was my cousin. At points, I was even a little embarrassed about being Filipino; for instance, when my mom offered to pack me lunch consisting of rice and Filipino food, I would decline out of fear of being different and mocked. Fortunately, as I became more assured of myself and befriended people who were a positive presence in my life, I developed more pride in my nationality. As a kid, my family was middle class. My father and mother had decent paying jobs and we were able to buy a house when I turned six. Everything changed, however, when I turned nine as the Recession impacted the United States. My dad was laid off from his job, which left my mom with the responsibility to support us with her high school education level job. It

Over the past years of my life, many things have changed, including my friends, lifestyle, religious beliefs and jobs. With everything constantly changing around me, there is one thing that has always stayed the same: my family. When I think about my most blissful moments in life, they all involve my family. My relationship with my parents, brother, husband and children is something that I learn to treasure more and more every day. There are many significant things in my life, but the most important relationship to me is family.

I grew up in a very normal family with a mom, dad, one brother and three sisters. Since I’m the baby of the family, my mom stayed home until I started school. My mom worked in payroll and accounting, and my dad was a computer engineer. My brother is the oldest and did his best to tease all four younger sisters equally. He was very good at his “job”, but I knew he loved me because he opened doors for me and even braided my hair on occasion. My three older sisters watched out for me, especially my oldest sister; she became my second mom. My sisters fought a bit, but it wasn’t anything horrible or abnormal. We were a pretty happy family that did a lot of fun things together and were loved by our wonderful parents. At least that’s what I remembered, but there were times that I wondered if I was loved at all. Was I just the baby of five kids, five years younger than my closest sibling, and easily forgotten?

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

Talking about family has different meanings for me. As life goes on, I have come to discover

The Soka Gakai International building was small and intimate. While it was not extravagantly decorated like most religious buildings it maintained one that was inviting and allowed someone to let their guard down. Once we arrived and heading into the main sanctuary, we were immediately welcomed and asked if we had attended before. Being our first time this was the first instance of family congregation began. Each side of El Paso has been divided into districts. They gave me our district and some names of people to meet after the service. Becoming connected to those in your neighborhood seemed to mean a lot to the leaders. Since I have older children the Young Mens Group leader Mikey came to talk with me and my oldest that is almost 14

“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.

It is the first warm spring day. Today is my Grandfather's birthday. My Dad, my two older sisters, and I decide to go visit him. Mom Has work until five, as she usually does, so she will not be coming with us. My Grandparents live right down the street so we walk instead of taking the car. The whole family was there, such as: My Aunt, two Cousins, my Uncle, my Grandparents, and my family. The whole day was spent with laughter, cake, and outside activities. Sadly the day came to an end and my family walks back over to our house. My mom was home from work, and as soon as my dad walked into the house she said to him, “We need to talk”. What happened to my parents next was something I never expected. I will never forget the date, April 10,

We all have grandparents, but mine is an especially are a big part of my family. Our grandparents do not live close to us, so it’s great when we get to see them. It's especially tough since our family is so far apart. Family is the most important thing in our family. This time was an especially important to our family for a number of reasons.

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.”

When I was younger, my mom would rent out our basement room to single people she would work with in the military. I personally loved it because it meant that there were more people around I could harass into playing with me. However, I was always confused when I would hear my grandparents berate my mother for letting “those people” into our home. I remained confused, until I asked my mother what they meant, and why they were so angry. She described to me how “old fashioned” my grandparents were and how they didn’t believe in surrounding not only the family, but me in particular, with people who identified as ‘gay’. I sat quietly for a long time before my mother asked if I felt it mattered. I responded that I truly didn’t, and carried on with my activities for the day.

As a member of a hispanic family there are many rules that the children of the family have to follow because that is the way the hispanic families do in order to raise the children for them to be successful or have a good future of their own. In my case, both of my parents love me and they raise the best they could do and I am grateful for it because they have always been by my side since day one of my life. They taught me the good behavior that all person should have, they demonstrated me virtues and responsibilities I had to carry since a young age because I am the eldest children in the family of four siblings. It never bother me to be the eldest because taking care of the youngest members was an easy task for me. Yet, as many families