My Family Essay

just follow. I would be lying if I said that scared little girl inside my heart didn’t still believe this to be true to some extent, but with age came wisdom but we’ll get to this a little later. Seeing all the “pretty” people on tv, movies, ads, even in real life can be intimidating, convincing us all for the most part that this is just how life is. I hate to admit, but this way of thinking was apparent in my own family. My own mother was so unhappy with how she looked and the way the world…

was a child, my family would have been considered a traditional family – my father worked, my mother stayed home with my older brother and me, we lived in a house and could pay our bills. The social hierarchy of my family was very complex – my mother usually had a say in everything and during the day I thought of her as the head of the household. However, when my father came home he was the head of the household. Around my 13th birthday, though, my family hierarch changed because my parents…

The family that I was born into has had a dramatic impact on the person that I am today. Obviously the people themselves have had a dramatic impact on who I am as a person, but the structure of my family has also shaped who I’ve become more than anyone I know personally. When I was three years old my parents got divorced. I don 't remember them being married because I was too young when they separated, but in the long run, not remembering them together has helped me through the experience. For…

their inevitable fate. Obviously, some would argue that an eternity of burning in hellfire is a lot worse than an eternity of sharing circle-related anxiety, but those people have probably spent very little time in a sharing circle. A big part of my hatred for these circles…

charming of fellas. My patience has always run as thin as a strand of hair. I’ll hear people blabbing above me on the streets how awful it was that I, “Stole the lives of so many innocent people.” WELL LISTEN HERE! I do not decide when it’s time for someone to part, that is in the hands of the three fates. They decided when the string of life is due to be cut. I on the other hand, have the honors…

everyone on this side of the family resides in New Jersey, I have not been able to spend as much time getting to know them. Some members I have only met once or twice. However, something I did discover is that personality wise, we have been known to be reserved and hold our emotions inside until we cannot hold them in any longer. I was told that I have the same dry, witty sense of humor as my father and cousins, Bridgette and Sean. I have to have the same interests as my Aunt Gracie and…

the playing field of my life lies the truth of my life. Reality is nothing more, or less, than a momentary reflection. My core is my foundation, always there for me, even during the most challenging of times. From this place, I can respond to anything in a way that’s aligned with who I really am. Keep facing pain, fears and flaws, so I can break through the barriers of automatic patterns and see what’s possible beyond the beliefs I have about myself and others. When I challenge my limiting…

As I gazed at my reflection on the fresh marble floor, new faces greeted me. My voice cracked with nerves as I said hello. Something about my new home gave me endless amounts of butterflies. The Guerra’s consisted of six distant cousins, my great Aunt Angelina, and her husband George. They were the wealthiest family in Venezuela, maybe that’s why my parents decided to send me off to live with them. You see, I’m the youngest of nine siblings and my mom and dad decided since they can’t give me the…

light. Family is an important treasure that only some get the privilege of cherishing; blood or bond, family is what holds us when the world lets us go. Going back to the day my grandmother was born, it began the lives of the people I know and love today and has shaped the way we behold and appreciate one another in the present and future. My family history is based on the retrieval of past memories, the struggle for self-preservation and the gravity of connectedness in family relationships. My…

early, smelling the fresh aroma of my grandma’s homemade tortillas ,and hearing the lusty voices of my family members gathered around the table is what I miss most about Monterrey. It is where I used to live when I was a child and pre-teen years. I remember how I used to play with my cousins in the streets of Monterrey, Mexico. We just wanted to have fun playing outside we had no worries, those where the good times. I really love all of my cousins they all are like my brothers and sisters. I…