Cousin

valuable things people have in there world. People don’t realize that they are attached to them, until they aren't there anymore at all they are in a higher place. That is what I realized when one of my cousins died and one of my aunts. So that was a hard time for my family and I when my cousin died one day about 4-5 years ago. Especially when I got to see him all the time and it was really hard on our family when he died one day. That should tell people you can lose someone in the blink of an eye

So you want to know what the title means stay here and you can see. My grandparents decided to surprised me with a trip going to Scotland, London, then Paris. When this happened I was overjoyed because I was going to be able to see my cousins and one was getting married when we were there. This trip was a two week trip from Aug. 31 to July 12. Before we left, my mom gave me a visa gift card so I would able to buy stuff. I went to go use it and I noticed that I could only use it in the USA. When

During my excessive research on my family background, I found that I had major complication learning about my history. The reason for this was because my family was brought to a country that totally wiped out my ancestor's culture. The only part I understand of my family history is slavery. We started out as slaves in when first brought to America. We were originally from West Africa. We lived in places such Nigeria, Congo, and Ghana. This was a time when we owned our land and freedom. However, around

my mom, sisters and brothers packed our bags to stay the night over my cousin house in Goodlettsville, Tennessee. She had the biggest house ever I thought it was a mansion; five bedrooms two and half bath, a swimming pool, a game/movie room with a nice big kitchen. It was something that I was not use, knowing that we stayed in a three bedroom based on an income apartment on the East side of Nashville. Arriving to my cousin house I saw a lot of my family members even the ones that was from out of

house. There were so many people with attitudes and the atmosphere was so chaotic that everyone was stressed out of their minds. My first recollection of an event like this would be at my aunt Lori’s house. Her husband, my cousin, and her two daughters live there as well. My cousin is thirty-five and her two daughters are fourteen and nine years old. We also have a black lab that lives with us as well. To start out the day we all have breakfast at home. Which consisted of french toast, sausage, and

the black gravel. I rush to the window and see my cousins step out of the car, I rush to the door to greet them with a big smile on my face. It is our annual family Christmas party and my cousins one a year older than me and one younger rush to give me a big hug at the door. I haven't seen them in a couple of months and we have all missed each other. My Aunt and Uncle sneak two presents into the garage while my grandma and grandpa give my cousins hugs. “Well hello there, come on in!” shouts my grandma

and they brought along their culture, which makes up a major part of my identity. I am Mexican American and the stereotype that we have a lot of members in our family is true, but it doesn’t tell the full story. I have a lot of aunts, uncles, and cousins and I am very grateful for them because each and every one of them has taught me important lessons that have shaped who I am today. When all of us are together we stand out because there are so many of us and we can also get very loud. We always know

included with the family dinner with my adult family members. Every year, I and my cousins would try to sit at “the adult table” but my aunts and uncles would always

was startled by my mother who leaped in front of the four of my cousins and I. “Smile, darlings!” my mother ordered. She reached for the camera around her neck as we groaned and wrapped our arms around each other. She snapped the photo with a click of her finger. “Perfect!” Opening the doors to the craft room, the smell of fresh paint instantly filled our nostrils. Every year before Summer came to an end, my mother would take my cousins and I to a museum called “Grounds For Sculpture”. This year was

symbolic, because they bring family together to celebrate someone’s significant day of birth. The first step in planning the Perfect Mexican birthday party is to invite your closest family members. This often means you’re brothers and sisters alongside cousins. People from outside the family are generally not invited and are shunned if they do attend. The reason behind this is that Hispanic families tend to have family oriented parties because this brings a sense of family bonding and togetherness. To begin