The Importance Of My Family

As far back as I can recall, I remember hearing people discussing how a family bond is the strongest bond of them all. Family will always be there and accept you just the way you are. What happens when your family are the very people who knock you down and don’t accept you? I have been trying to answer that question for quite sometime now. I decided I needed to reassess my life and in doing that I stopped all communication with the people who caused me the most pain; my grandparents and my aunt, who conveniently lived together. For almost all of my life I have lived less than twenty minutes away from my grandparents. My mom, brother, sister and I would go to their home multiple times a week. But when I was sixteen, I started to make life changing decisions. I moved out of my mom’s house to live with my step-dad, and I cut off all communication with my grandparents. A year and a half later, now 18, I had decided to give my family another shot. I wrote my grandmother an email

The kitchen was set up in a buffet style, with the counter tops covered with sides; starting with ambrosia salad and ending with my mom’s southern style stuffing. The kitchen table was covered in even more food; the turkey in the center with mashed potatoes, pies, the ham and so much more surrounding it. While the kitchen was beautiful with food, one room over was the dining room that looked as if it came right out of a Martha Stewart magazine. The table was covered with a deep red knit table cloth that we used for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I quickly noticed my grandmother had pulled out the china and silver that was never used. There were seven stunning plates around the table; one on each end for my grandparents, three on one side where my mom, brother and sister sat, and two on the opposite side where me and my aunt sat. The table’s center piece was a large autumn themed candle sitting snugly inside a miniature, also autumn themed,