My Family Essay

My family is Belize in Central America. I still embrace my family’s culture as an adult. One thing that I still identify with is using certain teas for natural cleaning in the body. The one tea that my Mother swears by is Cerasse Tea. The origins of this tea are from Jamaica. It’s used to purify the blood. This would be helpful with people that suffer from having high sugar. When I was a little girl, the Cerasse Tea was given to my siblings and me at least once a month to “clean our system out”…

shining in my eyes as I put on my shorts and was packing my bag. I could hear the birds and clanking of pan from the cookies my father was making. I was wondering how many cookies I could have. I love chocolate chip cookies. They taste so good and they are so delicious. When there warm I just want to eat them all but I would get in huge trouble. I stopped for a second to think of what to put in my bag other than water and other basic essentials. I could smell the sweet smell of cookies. My…

Salty air, sunny skies and sand in-between my toes, there’s nothing like the beach in Galveston, Texas. Every year around the time the Texas heat starts to become unbearable, my family takes a beach trip to the coast. The Cooper annual trip usually consists of countless arguments between my siblings and parents, deep sea fishing and surfing on the beach. This year would be no different, with a few exceptions. The trip started off with the usual “Who gets to pick the radio station” fight. While…

My parents knew and loved each other for ages but they had never been married in their 25 year-long relationship. About 2 years ago, my dad finally proposed to my mom. The day of their wedding was one of the best days of my life thus far. June 25, after months and months of preparation it was finally THE day. The day when my parents would finally say “I do” to each other; I’d been waiting for this day since I was young. It was a sunny morning; opening my bedroom’s windows I could feel the hot…

raise their meat, collect their eggs every morning, and work hard for everything they have. There is a place special to me and my family on the outside rural area of Lancaster, Kansas. This community where my family farm is, off a random gravel road. When I talk about the “family farm” I am referring to property actually owned by my step father 's family. Not only was this my home away from home, but it was also handed down by Grandma Farm after she passed away to all of her grandkids. Her home…

My household went through a few transition throughout my childhood. My parents had switched between many of these stages at some point in my 24 years I lived in their home. As a now 29-year-old with a wife and two sons, I think this quote from Kelly Barlett explains what my parents tried to teach my siblings and I, “Some of the most important thinks you can communicate to a child are that feelings are okay, mistakes are fixable, and there’s nothing they could do that would push you away or make…

Make Yourself Growing up in a Roman Catholic family, with four older siblings, you quickly learn that you’ll never have it easy. Many of times yelling over each other is the best way to be heard. Torturing and teasing was a daily routine. Bless my mother for she had to deal with this alone. Which brings me to my topic of discussion, my father, he is a Catholic man, born and raised in Philadelphia by an alcoholic mother and a father who passed away. My grandmother, now 30 years sober, still faces…

about my family? I will be talking about , my mom, dad, grandparents, and uncle. To kick off the essay here is a fun fact my family is german and english and four of them served in the military. As you can tell, the people i will de talking about in my essay are my mom ,dad ,grandparents, and uncle. More importantly now to my first paragraph. The first member of my family i will be talking about are my parents. My dad use to be a pipeline welder , then he went back to working in a shop. My…

the second generation. “Our family lived in a suburb of Los Angeles that was generally classified as Mexican middle class. My father was the second generation Mexican American who believed in strong family values and a religious foundation,” (Pg. 71, Luna). Stella, along with her siblings, grew-up in a household with strong values of family needs come first. “My mother was never allowed to work because my father believed her place was in the home taking care of our family,” (Pg. 71, Luna).…

When my mother and brother moved to America. I visited them every summer. I never thought of the United States more than a vacation destination. I fell in love with the state. the food is great and the people were greater. The morning of 9/11 my family and I watched the towers crumble on live TV that morning was the morning that changed everything. After 9/11 things became very hard on the Muslim community especially in America. The events of 9/11 in the United States have drastically changed my…