Narrative Essay About Family

experienced a mixture of cultural settings here and there. I went from being born up in North Dakota to moving around in south Texas. I never stayed in one city longer than a year when I was younger, so I got the chance to pick up a few things about my family heritage in every city I stayed in. While in San Antonio I learned from my mom the customs her mom taught her. While in Austin I got the chance to actually live with my grandparents from my mother’s side and learn first-hand of our heritage…

deep, sound dream. Albeit reluctant, I had to leave my bed and dress myself up quickly. February 18, 2016, it was the wedding day of my stepmother’s only son, Ying Lin. Given that Ying was the oldest male heir in his Lin clan—a traditional mercantile family in a coastal town of Fujian province, China, it was not surprising that everything about him was under spotlight. His wedding had become the top story in the area. For me, things were less complicated. Ying was seven years older than me, and…

Survivor: Scared White Family Edition There’s a running tradition in my family. Every summer we go to Lake George, NY for a few days. Lake George is the birthplace of some of my most treasured memories with my family. My most treasured, and I must say most traumatizing, memory was the hike of our 2013 trip. This hike had my uncle going on about it hiking on a scenic trail in the mountains with a gorgeous view near where we were staying There’s a running tradition in my family. Every summer we…

important to my family even if I didn’t exist when my heritage first began. Since before I could remember, I would always hear stories of my great-grandparents. I wondered where I came from and how my family came to be. My curiosity of what traits were passed on throughout generation; this was always an interest of mine. I wondered who I got my darker skin tone and my big eyes from. Little did I know, I come from a big, diverse family. I come from the Blankenship Family and the Kuglin Family.…

that are lurking outside your bedroom door. I am writing this history so you will know how lucky you are to live in a time of prosperity and peace. Atlanta is a booming town, but our small home is a haven of family and love. Do not become tempted to reverse all of the progress your family has made because our lives were sometimes hard and cruel. In your eyes, I am just a lowly white housewife that spends her days cooking and cleaning but I have lived a whole other life before you came…

My family mapping initially was a difficult process for me. I struggled with the genogram modeling however, once I was able to concentrate on the structure of my family everything started to fall into place. As I pondered the real thread and the existence of the fiber that has always held my family together as I see it has been the art of being able to love each other unconditionally during the difficult times as well as the exuberment of times. I almost feel that The Lord purposely moved us…

My favorite relative is my Pap. He weighs a solid 170 pounds and is in very good shape for his age. Even though he's older, you would never guess that he's 60, which he just turned on July 17th. He's always at the gym working out, or with my family and I. It's not just his outgoing personality but the way is fun and how he still is very energetic. He has a mustache and always tickles us kids with it when he kisses us. I can always tell it is him by the way he walks, his legs curve out a bit and…

I come from an immigrant family, that currently lives in City Heights. An urban inner city, in a small neighborhood surrounded by alleys. I have two older brothers however I’m only living with one. Unfortunately the oldest one is separated from us living in Mexico. For my parents they both come from Mexico and for my luck I only got the chance to know one. This one parent was the only person I needed in my life. Influenced by her back then as a child really impacted me in a positive way, making…

Yimnel Rodriguez and Stacey Rene'e Brew, split up and I remained with my mother. Yimnel and Stacey were both relatively young, 21 and 22, when I was born. Over time, I grew closer and closer to my father’s family; after my 2nd birthday I moved in with my father. I loved living around my Cuban family. As I grew up, I became bilingual. At school I learned English, and at home I learned Spanish. My father married Belia Araceli Arellano in 1999, she was from Hermosillo, Mexico. They married in…

grandpa. We lived in a microscopic 2 bedroom apartment in a city called Cary. I was always very close to my grandma; she was like my second mom. I helped her cook and clean and we would occasionally watch Ellen together. Like glue, she was what kept our family together. In February of 2013, 5 months after moving, my grandma was having trouble eating. She would complain of her excruciating pain in her stomach after she ingested anything. We all thought it had something to do with her diabetes…