She often gets up early to eat breakfast with my dad before he goes to work and ate lunch with her children until they were old enough to go to school. Dinner has always been eaten together as an entire family at the kitchen table. Mary remarked that breakfast was always a meal that the three of us kids ate before school, but we did not really sit down and eat our cereal together. As we all continued to get older and have different routines, breakfast became even more independent. Lunch was usually eaten with classmates at school all throughout childhood, high school, and even college, and dinner was always eaten together as a family after everyone had returned home for the day.
Ten minutes later, my mother calls us for dinner. As a girl, culture demands that I go into the kitchen to help my mum with serving the food, I should also be helping her with the cooking but I was only eight, I was barely allowed into the kitchen. Anyway, I go into the kitchen, take the tray of food she has laid out for my dad to the dining table, and had to go back to my parents’ r... ... middle of paper ... ...e cramped up in, my mum takes me to the room I share with my brother immediately which was the only room that was not visited by the armed robbers, I see my brother lying there on his bed sleeping. I probably didn’t notice when my mum took him to bed before the incident happened. Everybody disperses to their various areas without hesitation.
My Dad would gather my sister and I to set the table , then we would eat as a family and day would get started. Dad would go off and drive to work. My Mom would drop my sister and I at school then she would go off to work. Everything slowly started to change once I got to middle school. My Dad didn’t start coming home to till really late.
I'll just tell you one more thing about last year then I will move on, I met a girl called Vicky who I spent most of the holiday with. As we got on really well, I knew she was going back this year but she had a boyfriend so it would be a bit different. We got parked up eventually, I went to get the wated while Quinny, started putting up the tent our sleeping house for the week. After we had finished setting up my mum and dad sent us down to the fish and chip shop that we had seen on the way in. It took about twenty mintues to walk to, so on the way back I phoned my dad to come and pick us up.
Much like junk food, on the outside, I maintained a... ... middle of paper ... ...d making sure I took at least an hour break between the hours of 2-5, that way I can have dinner. I started waking up early to make myself breakfast to eat before a shift. I simply started eating the foods that I enjoyed, and because of that, I didn 't mind eating these foods. I felt like a full person again. I took more time off of work to make sure I had rest days where I could make myself better meals and time to relax.
Easter is full of traditions with my family, from celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ, to the dyeing of Easter eggs. Easter comes during the most beautiful time of year, SPRING! With all of the wonderful colors of greens, pinks, lavender, and yellows; they are so inspiring when picking out the colors to dye our Easter eggs. Alyce E. George (2011) writes in her article; Easter Traditions: From Pagan Rites to Christian Delights, What Does a Jelly Bean Laying Chocolate Rabbit Have to Do with the Resurrection of Jesus Christ?, “A typical Western Easter Sunday involves the immediate family meeting with their relatives and attending a church or mass service . .
As we were so hungry we ate all the food dividing it to ourselves. When the fight is over and if it’s calm outside my mother used to tell me stories about how the war began and many more stories. I was the first son and I just had one brother. When the war began there was a law set out that at least one in a family must join the army. We were so afraid because our father was the only one in our family, so they came to our house and took my dad with them.
On a everyday basis my mother cooks homemade meals due to her always being home. While every single member in my family eats three meals or more a day for me two meals is enough because breakfast is unpleasant for some unknown reason. Some food is appears unappealing to many of us. Me and my sister do not enjoy eating meat regularly as opposed to my relatives who eat it daily. I was raised by my mother and her side of the family for three years, and they eat healthy.
In my thoughts, I can clearly smell once again the delightful smell of the cookies and that wonderful turkey. I can feel the warmth of that old coal stove, and most of all, I can still feel the warmth of the love within the family. Right up the alley from my house, was the Zion Lutheran Church, where the Boy Scouts sold Christmas trees every year. Somehow they always had one too many and they would ask us to take it off their hands. My Father, brother, and I would sit for hours changing light bulbs trying to find the one that was bad in the string of lights from last year.
He recalls, “My parents were split up…my mom working long hours to pay the monthly bills. Lunch and dinner, for me, was a daily choice between McDonald’s, Taco Bell, Kentucky Fried Chicken or Pizza Hut.” Zinczenko probably understands better than most why these overweight children would feel that they are not to blame for their obesity. They didn’t have any choice but to eat what was available to them; it was either go out to eat with the money provided by hard-working parents, or go without lunch or dinner that day. Zinczenko points out that as a nation, obesity isn’t just the problem of the person it is affecting, it’s everyone’s problem. Obesity-caused diabetes in children and teenagers is skyrocketing, as are the costs of treating diabetes.