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I am the baby in a family of nine; I have four sisters ages 31, 38, 40, and 41 along with two brothers 23 and 39. My family moved to America from Liberia, Africa when I was 4 years old, we left Africa in 1997 to escape the impending civil war. Only my parents, five of my siblings and me were able to immigrate to the United States, my oldest sister stayed in Liberia with her two children because she was over the immigration age limit. My family and I were very fortunate when we came because my dad had two siblings already living in Austin, Texas and another in Dallas; they gave us a lot of emotional and financial support as well as helped us acclimate to life in the United States. Our first home in Austin was a small three bedroom apartment …show more content…
Eventually my parents were able to find a house in the same neighborhood as one of my aunts, in Southwest Austin. Our house was not big but it had a backyard and could accommodate 6 people once one of my sisters and my oldest brother got married and moved out. Living in a house with a backyard and a neighborhood with kids from school, really helped my brother and I make friends and adjust to our new surroundings. Being immigrants greatly influenced my family’s dynamics. When my parents immigrated to the U.S. they did not have very much besides the help of their friends and family who immigrated to the country before them; therefore, we have an unspoken theme that family always comes first. Our family theme plays a great part in the boundaries and roles that my parents set for my siblings and me. We were always expected to treat our older family members with respect, which meant waiting on them, giving up our rooms if we had a long term guest, and other tasks that showed respect. We also had to abide by those older family members rules and treat them as we would treat our parents. Although “family first” is a huge emphasis in my family system; my family is not open, meaning we keep our private information within our immediate family. Our boundaries were
Although most parents and children experience turmoil stemming from simple disagreements, immigrant families face more divisive tensions due to a cultural and societal gap between generations, strict parental expectations to conform to the ideals of a distant land, and differing beliefs on child rearing.
I moved to the united states of America on February 14 2002, I came here to start afresh and begin a new life of opportunity, I must admit I never knew what to really expect other than what I've seen on television as such, it was a dream come through for me. However upon my arrival I realized and experienced that it was really as expected but in order to live a good life I had to work hard to achieve it. In my family I am the first son of my father and that automatically puts a lot of responsibility on me, responsibility on me to care for my parents, siblings and even my grand parents this has been hammered repetitively in me, we are an African family and the culture is different even the norms as well,
American families have changed tremendously over the past years. Families did not only face the change in their status or social behavior; but also faced a change in their lifestyle. Now there are different types of families with different types of norms and values. Families are socially, ethnically and very expressively diverse than ever before (Angier).
Since my father remained in Haiti while we made our home here in the states, by the time I was in my late teens I soon realized that I was the leader of my family. The apartment complex where we lived was increasingly becoming unsafe and it was very clear that I had to move us out of that environment into a safer one. I worked hard and saved up and when I was 23 years old I was fortunate enough to have my first major accomplishment by purchasing my own house where I moved in my mother, my 3 sisters, my younger brother, and occasionally my father. It made me feel good that I could provide a safer living environment for my entire family.
Hi, my name is David Heard. I just turned twenty years old on February 4. I am a second generation American. My whole family is white and is originally from England. I have an older sister, Mary, who we do not see anymore, (I will get to that later), a younger brother, Adam, and both my parents. My parents and little brother live in a nice size house for the three of them. I plan to get married soon, but for now I live in a house near my parents by myself. They do not own that much land, but it is enough for my mom?s garden and for my little brother to play on. My father used to own a little ice cream and candy shop just on the outskirts of Boston. I took it over because my father does not want to work anymore. He feels that he is getting to old to be getting up before the sun rises to make candy.
It is my memory of first year in the United States. Back then, I was a between 16 and 17 years old girl who would be called, ‘fob,’ which means ‘fresh off the boat.’ I was quite shy, not fluent in English, exotic looking and nervous but excited at the same time. Coming to the U.S. all by myself, leaving behind familiar culture, friends and family was quite challenging at such a young age, but I was all ready to endure hardship and obstacles of language barrier, cultural difference and loneliness. However, the trouble that pushed me into the well of suffering that I could not see the bottom came from the most unexpected source. It was my host family; they were white with a middle-class background, living in a rural area. They seemed like nice and friendly people at first. They brought me and my roommate to various events and places where I can learn American culture, helped me learn English, taught us the basic manner accepted in the U.S. and even celebrated my birthday. Nevertheless, they had a contradicting side as well. The family had eccentrically strict house rules which gave us heavy house chore, and eventually it led them to treat my roommate and me like housekeepers in the
I was born and raised in Vietnam, so I naturally observed my culture from my family and my previous schools. I learned most of my culture by watching and coping the ways my family do things. My family and my friends all spoke Vietnamese, so I eventually knew how to speak and understand deeply about my language as I grew up. At home, my mom cooked many Vietnamese foods, and she also taught me to cook Vietnamese food. So I became accustom Vietnamese food. I also learned that grandparents and parents in my culture are taken care of until they die. At school, I learned to address people formally and greet higher-ranking people first. In Vietnamese culture, ranking and status are not related to wealth, so they are concerned with age and education.
The type of parenting style used by parents may be determined by the parent’s own cultural heritage. As immigrants move to a new country, it will take time to learn the new culture and to be accustomed to their ways. Therefore, it would not be surprising if first generation immigrant parents place the hardest strain on their children. Since they have not yet been accustomed to American culture, they will be more likely to adhere to their traditional ways. Immigrants who have been in the country longer may have slowly compromised traditional views with new
Despite having financial struggles, they were able to have a celebration and part of this was due to help of family and friends. A year after their nuptial agreement my oldest brother was born. My mother struggled with getting pregnant for six years until my sister was born in 1986. The year my sister was born President Ronal Regan signed an immigration reform that changed the life of my parents and many others in the country who sought residency. From that moment on they no longer needed to hide because of their undocumented status. Two years after that my mother gave birth to me and four years after that she gave birth to my youngest brother. When I was two years old my father and his brother purchased their first home together. There I grew up with my siblings and four cousins. As I explained earlier, there was always a third family who had recently immigrated, for most of my childhood. I was always surrounded my many cousins, aunts, uncles, and family friends. My extended family was
I never would have imagined feeling like an outsider in my own home. Unfortunately I wouldn’t even go as far as considering my current home as “my home.” I live in a house with eight people and two dogs and for some, that might not even be slightly overwhelming, but for me it is. I try to keep my heart open about the situation, but I always end up feeling like I don’t belong. Given the circumstances of my situation, I would say life definitely turned out better than what I initially expected, but I was left feeling like a “stranger in a village” having to live with a family that is nothing like my own.
Family roles and relationships can be impacted by the enculturation of the Australian family values. I will be focusing on two collectivist cultures, Latinos and Chinese migrant families, to find out if their family roles and relationships have changed, and if so how it impacts them? Both my cross cultures traditional expectations of family relationships are based on respect for the elders. Chinese traditional cultural values which derive from the Confucian system such as filial piety which teaches children to respect their elders and to take care of them as they get older as well as teaching women to respect their husbands and parents in law.
I would always do my homework and study for tests. My favorite pastime was reading books. I remember at lunch time during middle school I would always go to the library and read. Even to this day I still read a book every once in a while, if I have time. When I was in elementary school I was that student who would always get the “Perfect Attendance”, “Good Citizenship”, and “Language Arts” awards except the math award. I have always and will always be bad at math. In high school, I got “As” and “Bs”, of course, except in math I would get “Cs”. Living in a household with siblings in the same boat as me meant we were a close knitted family who did most things together. Every night we had dinner together, on Sundays we would all go out to a restaurant and as siblings we are always there for each other. I used to think other families were the same as mine where they would sit down every night and eat dinner together and talk about their day. My father made it known since I was a young girl, he expected me to graduate high school and attend college. Like most immigrants he came from Mexico looking for a better future with hopes and dreams. My parents left their country in order to start a family in a better community with greater opportunities and for us access a better education. As expected, I have graduated from high school and I’m currently attending
In my immiediate family, there are 5 members in our household. We as family have been living in bloomington, Minnesota for about 10 years now. My father Brian, who is in his early 50's, and is employed for the Toro company where he is a finance department. My step-mother Roxanne, who is in her mid 40's, and is employed by the government where she is a probation officer. My younger brother Niles who is 20 years of age, and is currently enrolled in a community college in Minneapolis, MN. My youngest...
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
In this discussion, I will be explaining how I define family. I will also include my immediate and extended family. I will also describe what family means to me, how mine differs from other families in my neighborhood, and also how they are similar. I will also describe my family’s ethnicity and how it may affect any of my family’s health.