Feeling the confusion of not knowing my true identity? Starring at the pain of growing up not knowing my father, and watching my mother shut me out to be with a man, she hardly even knows? Watching as the pain and struggle has continuously tormented my heart leaving me the only escape of climbing into the unknown. Moving in with my aunt and uncle saved my life; they gave me the family I have always dreamed for.
All my life I have questioned who I am? My mother was adopted and my father has been everywhere, but in my life. I am so thankful for every thing my family has done for me and I know that family is not blood, but those who stands by my side, who pick me up when i get thrown down, and most of all who loves me unconditionally.
In the past year I received a major wake-up call on the importance of family. My mom threw me out so she could live with a man she barely even knows, but yet claims, is “her long lost soul-mate”. If my aunt and uncle had not brought me into their family, I have no clue where I would be. I question if I will ever see my mom again while I find myself con...
An unknown author once said, "Families are like fudge—mostly sweet with a few nuts. My family is the most important aspect to my life. No matter how much they sometimes pester or annoy me I still love them. I do not think people can live through life without the support of family. My family mostly supports me throughout all my actions, and they make me laugh. I do not really think I resemble either my mom or dad. They both had very difficult lives growing up, and I do not think I will ever experience that. Before there was me, there were my parents whose struggle against communism led them to the United States to find the life they deserved.
As a child, I often avoided confrontation by keeping my opinions to myself, no matter how offensive someone was. But when someone directed negative comments toward my autistic brother who could not defend himself, I lost my self-control. Witnessing the struggles Bo has gone through, I feel it is cruel and ignominious to belittle the battles autistic children deal with daily. I share this story to help disclose the need to treat others with the courtesy we all deserve.
Last time I remember my family being bright and happy as a whole was probably seven years ago. My family members were my perseverance, my strength, and most importantly my friends who always supported me. When I fell down, it was their hands and smiles that gave me strength to get back on my feet, when I felt like giving up, it was their arms that opened widely to embrace and receive me. As joyful as we can be, I thought my family, was the most beautiful and most pure thing that lived in my life. Lived, sad truth that can’t be forgotten even through numerous of years of facing the same old reality of what happened; where was the breakdown? I wondered. I knew it was useless to attempt to cover up the wound that was deeply implanted in me but in hopes of making the memories of this disaster disappear, I , a young child, was allowed time to cover up those memories as best I could. I often told myself, “at least I have a family… I shouldn’t be sad” and thought of those who were adopted and how they felt. However, the scar deepened by seconds and the spaces to fill were rapidly widening. If I had to be hurt, I would just endure the pain even if I wanted to lean on someone; I kept it all to myself and believed in patience. The impact on which family separation have had on children has been a major problem throughout the world for centuries. Yet, parents fail to acknowledge the effect of how their own irresponsibility can sway their children’s educations, their future, and their body image as their children struggle to continue their life assuming they were abandoned.
I come from a small-town known as Rutherfordton, North Carolina. I live with my parents and my younger brother. My parents were both born and raised in Rutherfordton. My mom lived a middle class lifestyle. Her parents divorced when she was young. Her mom remarried when my mom was young to a man with two daughters. My mom’s dad did not remarry until my mom had moved out. He married a woman with one daughter and one son. My mom always had everything that she needed growing up. My mom graduated high school and went on to get her bachelors degree in accounting. However, after receiving her diploma she realized that her heart lied in teaching and she went back to get her teaching degree. She married my dad at the age of 22 and had me when she was 24. She has
...preciating the lessons my family taught me throughout the years. Although at that time I didn’t know better, now I realize that I am the person I am today because of my family. My family supported my individuality without sacrificing their role in shaping my identity. For example, I was embarrassed to speak Spanish, especially around my American friends. Even so, I was blessed because my grandfather only allowed us to speak to him in Spanish. He knew that we would appreciate it later in life, and now I thank him for it. I have friends that wish their families would have done the same for them, but it is too late. Family is there to guide us through those tough times when we do not know who we are. In the end, one’s true identity reveals itself regardless of what one does to masquerade or alter it.
My family is not my blood family, but with how close we all are sometimes I forget. From the moment my parents thought we were mature enough, they told us we were adopted, but they never really told us our “story” until this year.
"As long as you make an identity for yourself out of pain, you cannot be free of it." - Eckhart Tolle. I grew up in what seemed to be a normal, happy household. I was the only daughter in a family of five sons. My mother was a dutiful woman who you could always find at home either cooking or cleaning, she was always the first to meet us at the door as we rushed off the big yellow school bus excited to finally be home after a long hard day of addition and subtraction. My father slayed long hours under the scorching sun in order to provide for his five sons. It all looked great from the outside but being on the inside was pure terror.
As I look back I’m incredibly happy that my mom took that risk because if she didn’t I wouldn’t have my baby sister and I wouldn’t know the people I know now. I love all of my family and some aren’t blood, but they treat me as their own niece. If my mom wouldn’t of take that risk to get married to my dad I don’t know where I would be. I might still live in Idalia or I could be anywhere. When I became older I really comprehended the whole situation, which wasn’t easy, but even though I’m not blood related to my dad, he will always be my
Ever thought about what a hero stands for or who heroes are? I have. I was challenged a week ago to come up with my hero for an English paper. After countless, antagonizing hours pondering the true meaning of this topic, I know what the word hero stands for. A hero is a person you look up to, someone who is honorable, benevolent, and hardworking. This person will battle evil everyday. This evil may be causing the world to end, or just the world as he knows it. I know a person who personifies all of these characteristics, thus making him my hero. My hero is my thirteen-year-old little brother Sam.
My family definitely has its problems; that’s undisputable. Nevertheless, my parents and my grandparents (excluding the grandfather I’ve never met) have always done their best to implant a strong sense of morals, dedication, and integrity into the foundation of my very being. These are all things for which I will forever be grateful, and for which I will never forget.
We use to live with my parents in the city, but my dad 's family lived in a village near the sea. My family was quite large because my father had seven brothers plus all my cousins and nephews. When they were holidays or weekends, we went with my parents and siblings to visit them. I really enjoyed my childhood, and I believe it was the happiest stage in my life because I was always playing and learning. With my cousins, we spent long hours swimming in the sea or playing in the pool. My family liked to cook seafood, and once I got sick from eating that. It was really bad since I was vomiting and including the pain in my stomach, it was horrible, I never ate seafood again. After that, if I knew that they were cooking seafood I always asked for McDonald’s or different food. For the birthday of the brother of my dad in his celebration, he said that he wanted for his funeral to everyone eats seafood in his honor. Since he could eat every day of the week that. He was a fisherman and used to fish every day. However, seven years after he said that he passed away, and all his siblings still remembered which had been his desire, and were thinking in preparing everything. For me who never liked seafood, some of my family confronted me to eat it, and I experienced shame and uncomfortable until I let them know my reasons why I
When I am feeling angry, my brothers understand. When I am struggling, my parents help me. When I need someone to talk to, my grandparents seem to know just the right time to call. Family is what we are made of. Family helps us up and goes through trials with us.
Have you ever been influenced by some important person that helped you be the person that you are today? I have been. The people that have had influence on me are the most important humans beings, my family. But before I begin talking about my family, I want to describe to you the place that we spend most of the time together which also means something important to me and my family. This place is called the family room. This room is small but cozy. It is painted in white and has three windows decorated with beautiful curtains. By the windows you can appreciate a nice view of some beautiful trees and a nice pool. On the walls there are some family photos like the ones that show where my brothers and I were born, my graduation photo, some family members photos like my grandparents, and some paintings made by one of my brothers. Also inside this room there is a nice home theater that includes a nice stereo and TV, and a new compact computer. But this is not all, this room has some very comfortable furniture and I can say that they are comfortable because I use them to watch TV, a movie, or just sit and rest. Also the furniture is used by my brothers to sit and play nitendo, to study, or play with the computer. But from all this furniture there is one chair that is the most cozy chair that I have ever sat upon and that is my father's chair. So this is our room, which is very important to us and has a lot of special things, but the most special part of this room is when it brings my family together.
Even though times get tough and family life can get stressful at times I know that I will always be welcome in my family. Each of the different experiences that I have do different things to make me feel more comfortable with my family. The road trips and driving in the car make me feel more comfortable around my family it lets me learn new things about them and get to know them better. Doing the same things as them make it much easier to relate to my family and if you can relate to someone then it makes you feel more comfortable and connected to them. The everyday things in life assure me that I have a place in my family and it shows me where that place is. I already feel very comfortable around my family but I know that as I continue living the course of my life I know that I will be able to feel even more comforted around them.
Many of us have role models in our lives and to most people role models are athletes and movie stars, but to me a role model is much more. To me a role model is a person who has positively influenced someone in life, and is not a person filled with selfishness and greed. They help shape someone’s personality, and characteristics. They are people who someone can look up to for advice in a hard situation, and know that they will give those words of wisdom. They will never judge our past actions, instead only look to help because they really care. A role model is someone who we should never feel awkward talking to about our problems. A perfect role model for me is my mother. She is a wonderful human being. She’s smart, wise, ambitious, patient and such a loving person. There are no words that can describe my gratitude towards her, but through this essay I will describe some of her characteristics that makes her my role model.