Kinship and descent

This section contains only a summary of “Chapter 7 on The Kinship, Interaction and Identity” from the book “The Baba of Melaka: Culture Identity of a Chinese Peranakan community in Malaysia” written by Tan Chee Beng which was published in 1988. The author’s main purpose for writing this chapter is to identify in what ways is the Peranakan Chinese kinship system built based on the concept of social interaction between Baba and the non-Baba Chinese as well as other ethnic groups, especially amongst

James Joyce tells a story of a young boy around the age of eleven, who lives with his uncle and aunt in an uninhabited house at the end of a blind corner. He likes to play with his friends till late night. Araby also known as the bazaar was the place he wishes to visit. This story is mainly based on the type of place where they live, his fondness toward his friend’s sister, and the Araby(bazaar) where he wanted to go. According to the story the place they live sounds awful because as he mentioned

Brooklynn Burchett Tiny Twins I popped up from my seat to look out the window, to see all the cars surrounding us at all angles. Blowing their horns, creating a chorus of sound. Some lackluster, like our minivan, so plain compared to the bright yellow taxis that swarmed the street. I was so excited to have seen a taxi, it was something I had been looking forward to. “Look mom a taxi!” I exclaimed. “That’s nice honey,” she replied unenthusiastically, looking down at her map. “Take a left up here

I wasn't able to look at the positive aspects of a relationship with someone who passed until I was able to start to really grieve their death and the loss of the future with them before I was able to truly look at the positive aspects of our relationship and the memories of. It was too painful to look at until I started to grieve. The book also mentioned that some children may want to make something in memory of the loss of the individual. It could be in the form of a collage, memory box, a memory

Kathy Witterick (38) and David Stocker (39) are the parents of Jazz (5), Kio (2), and Storm; who is being raised genderless. Storm’s gender has not been disclosed to anyone other than their family. The family receives a lot of questions about the child’s gender but they just brush it off. This all started when Jazz, born a boy, decided he liked girlish items. Many have said they are leading their children’s lives to a life full of bullying and ridicule. Witterick and Stocker believe they are giving

Memphis and Stormy Littrell are healthy, bright, and happy sisters who were removed from their father’s home more than a year ago. His whereabouts are unknown, and their biological mother is incarcerated. They’ve been living in their current foster placement since October, 2014. Parental rights have been terminated, and the girls are about to transition to their risk adopt placement with their great-aunt in Kansas. A large, extended family is also located in Kansas, and they plan to be involved in

My sister invited me to her house in Sugar Grove, a small town right outside of Chicago. My two sisters, Lilly and Grace were coming with, to spend the weekend with my sister and her fiance, Mike. After packing everything we needed for the weekend, we drove 2 hours and 30 minutes there. When we got there we ate lunch and got settled in the guest rooms. After we were done unpacking we went out to her farm and saw all of her animals such as, pigs, chickens

As I blinked my eyes open, I remembered the screeching of the car. My heart racing at felt like a thousand’s, I finally remembered it had happened so quickly. I layed down until my mind comprehended what was happening. I heard an easy voice in the distance, ‘’Are you all right?’’It was the paramedics talking to little sisters. I tried to yell, but the medics walked up to me and patted me up, and told me to go get my sisters and follow her to the ambulance. I ran crying and breathing harshly and complaining

I finally arrived at the mansion for the annual family reunion. Many of my relatives and I were staying at my uncle’s mansion in Happy Valley— Happy Valley is the Beverly Hills of Oregon. There were over thirty five of my relatives in Oregon at the time and most of the relatives from California were staying at the mansion. I never fully understood how materialistic my family was until I went to this house for the hundredth time during freshman year. “Why can’t you cook like my sister?!” my uncle

Sister Mary In Polish accent: (Siostra Mary) Sister Mary died last week. I’m (Bascia) Barbara Ann, and it’s traumatic for me because in a poor, but hard-working large family of 12 kids, the youngest is bound to watch other’s die. The middle Sister Rose, was the slave of the family, only going to 8th grade and helping Mama around the house when Mama had to work like Rosie the Riveter in World War II. It’s like that in all Slav or Slave (I scream out Slave) European countries. I was the baby girl but