I believe in family values. We never realize how important family is or how much our family is willing to do to help each other out until something bad happens. Unfortunately, it was way too late when my family and I realized the importance of having a good relationship with each other. I grew up in a home with six brothers and two sisters. I was never really interested in hanging out with my brothers because they did not like the same things I did. My oldest sister Estela is 14 years older than me so I was never able to get to know who she really was, she was just “the oldest of the three sisters”. My other sister Rosanna is 7 years older than me. My family members hardly ever bonded, including my parents. It seemed like we were a family
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One gloomy, cliché, rainy day we got off the bus and ran home. For once we were laughing and having fun because we turned it into a race. That laughter and happiness died the second we opened the front door. I saw my entire family all around the living room and kitchen. I felt like a lost child lost in a crowd, overwhelmed by all the people in our house. I did not know what everyone was doing there and nobody said anything. It was obvious that something was wrong. The entire house served as a crying room. I remember my cousin’s eyes being cherry red and tears streaming down her cheeks like a small river flowing down a mountain. Everyone looked like that, but her face was the one I will never forget because she is as white as snow and the redness flushed her skin tone. As I stared at my cousin a million thoughts ran through my mind but I do not remember any of them. My older brother pulled me and Michael out of the doorway and guided us up the stairs. I was still unaware about what was happening. I was utterly lost in my thoughts and scared out of my mind. My brain seemed like it was going to explode into thousands of pieces. As I was walking up the stairs the thoughts scattered more than an army of ants when someone steps on their home and my heart was beating like a drum at a football game. With each step I took the beat got faster and more intense; there was …show more content…
However my parents, my younger and older brother, my oldest sister, and I have become extremely close. We can trust and rely on each other for everything. My oldest brothers married and moved out to live with their wives and although they do not bond with us very much I can see how much they communicate with their children. It is sad that in order for us to get to know each other and communicate well we had to lose a family member. My sister’s death is by far the worst thing that has ever happened to us, and till this day we continue to hurt. This is why I believe that everyone should value their family; you never know when you are spending your last moments with
One gloomy, cliché, rainy day we got off the bus and ran home. For once we were laughing and having fun because we turned it into a race. That laughter and happiness died the second we opened the front door. I saw my entire family all around the living room and kitchen. I felt like a lost child lost in a crowd, overwhelmed by all the people in our house. I did not know what everyone was doing there and nobody said anything. It was obvious that something was wrong. The entire house served as a crying room. I remember my cousin’s eyes being cherry red and tears streaming down her cheeks like a small river flowing down a mountain. Everyone looked like that, but her face was the one I will never forget because she is as white as snow and the redness flushed her skin tone. As I stared at my cousin a million thoughts ran through my mind but I do not remember any of them. My older brother pulled me and Michael out of the doorway and guided us up the stairs. I was still unaware about what was happening. I was utterly lost in my thoughts and scared out of my mind. My brain seemed like it was going to explode into thousands of pieces. As I was walking up the stairs the thoughts scattered more than an army of ants when someone steps on their home and my heart was beating like a drum at a football game. With each step I took the beat got faster and more intense; there was …show more content…
However my parents, my younger and older brother, my oldest sister, and I have become extremely close. We can trust and rely on each other for everything. My oldest brothers married and moved out to live with their wives and although they do not bond with us very much I can see how much they communicate with their children. It is sad that in order for us to get to know each other and communicate well we had to lose a family member. My sister’s death is by far the worst thing that has ever happened to us, and till this day we continue to hurt. This is why I believe that everyone should value their family; you never know when you are spending your last moments with