“Waaaaaahhhhhhhh!” I cried while being held by a flight attendant.
“Stop that!” my mom complained. It was December 13, 2007, when my family and I moved to America. It has been almost ten years now, and several events had happened that lead up to the problem. We are a family of seven, which includes my mom, Minda; My brothers Cedric, Neil, Philip, and Justin; and my sister, Angela. We first lived in a house owned by my aunt, Gilda, with my cousins and their families. We lived with my aunt, Delsa, and her kids, Faith and Alyssa; and my other aunt, Nelia, and her kids, Bryan, Marwin, and Michael. Then a new member officially came into my life on January 24, 2009, Doug, my step-father. It wasn’t awkward or weird for me because I never really had …show more content…
He didn’t have a job for a long while. While he was unemployed, he helped out around the house and took care of us. During that time, Cedric, Neil, and my mom were the only ones who worked to provide money for our family. Cedric and Neil would pay for some of the bills or half of a bill. After a long period of time, my father got another job to be more helpful. As a couple of years gone by, he quit for a reason I am unsure of. He did the same thing as he did before when he didn’t have a job, helped around the house and took care of us. He didn’t get another job after that. A year or two had passed, and he was still an unemployed …show more content…
He left for Wisconsin while we stayed here. We still have financial issues, so we, my siblings and I, try to help out as much as we can. Angela and Philip started working to contribute to the family, but Philip hasn’t had to pay for things because he is still young and in school. My mom still works a lot except for when my dad comes to visit. Since I can’t work, I do chores that my siblings used to do when they didn’t have work, and I try not to stress my mom out. He helped out by cleaning the inside and outside of the house or buying necessities for us when he visited. One of his visits, I reached out to him when I had this problem. I walked towards the spot next to him on the couch and said, “There’s something wrong with my neck and head. I keep scratching, and I can’t
“Stop that!” my mom complained. It was December 13, 2007, when my family and I moved to America. It has been almost ten years now, and several events had happened that lead up to the problem. We are a family of seven, which includes my mom, Minda; My brothers Cedric, Neil, Philip, and Justin; and my sister, Angela. We first lived in a house owned by my aunt, Gilda, with my cousins and their families. We lived with my aunt, Delsa, and her kids, Faith and Alyssa; and my other aunt, Nelia, and her kids, Bryan, Marwin, and Michael. Then a new member officially came into my life on January 24, 2009, Doug, my step-father. It wasn’t awkward or weird for me because I never really had …show more content…
He didn’t have a job for a long while. While he was unemployed, he helped out around the house and took care of us. During that time, Cedric, Neil, and my mom were the only ones who worked to provide money for our family. Cedric and Neil would pay for some of the bills or half of a bill. After a long period of time, my father got another job to be more helpful. As a couple of years gone by, he quit for a reason I am unsure of. He did the same thing as he did before when he didn’t have a job, helped around the house and took care of us. He didn’t get another job after that. A year or two had passed, and he was still an unemployed …show more content…
He left for Wisconsin while we stayed here. We still have financial issues, so we, my siblings and I, try to help out as much as we can. Angela and Philip started working to contribute to the family, but Philip hasn’t had to pay for things because he is still young and in school. My mom still works a lot except for when my dad comes to visit. Since I can’t work, I do chores that my siblings used to do when they didn’t have work, and I try not to stress my mom out. He helped out by cleaning the inside and outside of the house or buying necessities for us when he visited. One of his visits, I reached out to him when I had this problem. I walked towards the spot next to him on the couch and said, “There’s something wrong with my neck and head. I keep scratching, and I can’t