Family : The Most Important Thing In My Life

My family is the most important thing for me, I would die for them, I would do anything for them to keep them alive, and they would do the same for me. Sometimes I don't show any affection to my relatives, and that is what makes it difficult for them to communicate with me. I try to be affectionate with them, but I get uncomfortable or uneasy. But, aside from that, I still love them, and as said before, I will give my whole existence for any of them. Familia will always be there for you, no matter what, and if they are not, then I do not know what they are. A family is supposed to have your back, supporting you wherever they are and wherever you are, anywhere you go. Even if you think you are a grown independent human, you will forever need them, there will always be a moment where you will be sad and you will want to go back with your mamá or your papá, or even your abuelos, or uncles. And, let me tell you, no matter what you think, the past is in the past the present is the present, they will not care, they will forever love you, and will be happy to see you

In the fall of 2012, my mother almost succumbed to her illness. I had just begun my freshman year of high school midst angry conversations between my parents and the threat of separation. It would seem as if they bickered about the most irrelevant things, almost as if they had no other reason to fight other than the fight itself. Those moments were excruciatingly lonely, my father worked until the dead of night and my mother would come home exhausted from treatment. I now know that there was no one who felt more unvalued than my mother. I wish I had the ability to iron away this blunder that destiny had fabricated, however foolish this desire is.

She at first refused to believe me, but as I persevered against her denial filled rants she began to see what she had believed about me was false. She did not take being proved wrong in her beliefs well. In the middle of a tearful sentence, she left the room, got into her car, and disappeared for hours. This left me emotionally raw and shocked but also invigorated by the weight of what I had just done. I had just asserted myself against the most major figure in my life; directly challenged what she believed about me. Her rejection hurt, needless to say. When she came back from her drive she had vomited all over herself. She didn’t audibly offer any explanations as to why, but I could easily feel her disgust by the fact she could barely look at me for weeks afterward. It hurt tremendously, but soon I was able to find pride in what I had done. I had asserted myself against my mother and no matter the state of the outcome I felt pride in my new courage, and a sense of independence as I openly defined myself and defied my mother’s beliefs. Even now knowing the outcome and the emotional strain it would have on me, I would still do the same thing, because of the confidence in myself that I have achieved through the

Family is supposed to listen to you when you're in need. Family is supposed to have your back. Family is supposed to be loyal. Family is supposed to be dependable. Family is supposed to accept you at your worst and best moments. Family is supposed to make you laugh and smile. Family is the number one unconditional love that everyone has. Whether it be the unconditional love from immediate family members or close friends, everyone has that one person they go to in times of need. It’s funny how those closest to you can hurt you the most.

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

Family means nobody gets left behind, no matter what. My family means the world to me, without them, I would had went down the wrong path. We have always looked after each other. Me and my family are like The Brady Bunch, loving, supporting and big. We make sure that everyone is taken care of. I love them all no matter how annoying they get. I had always woken up my little sister and makes sure she is dress and ready for school in the morning. I don’t know what I will do if my little sister died. All I know I will be crying and crying and crying. Loving, Supporting,big.

Please sit down and relax for a moment, and ask yourself the question of all questions: What is most important to you in life? This is a question asked by many psychologists, surveyors and even employers. A common answer is “I just want to be happy and successful and follow my dreams.” But think about it– who really makes you happy? Who helps you become successful? Who inspires you to follow your dreams? To this people generally answer: Family. Now imagine what it would be like to have your family taken from you in the spur of a moment.

My family, which are my three boys are my world. Every decision, including going back to school and working nights so I could be there for them during the day was made with them in mind. Family means different things for different people. I personally do not think family can just be classified as mom, dad and kids. It is whomever has made the decision to go through life together as a team. The author of our text book, Kendall describes family like this, “As relationships in which people live together with commitment, form an economic unit and care for any young, and consider their identity to be significantly attached to the group.” (Kendall, 2014) I personally think family is the foundation that makes us who we are and makes society so

To begin, family is at the upper extreme of the many things I am grateful for. Without them, I do not know what would have become of me. My family is the main reason I am who

When I was around 8 years old my mom got pregnant with a baby boy, and it excited everyone, especially me. Almost 5 months into her pregnancy my parents began to argue a lot, and my mom thought my dad cheated. She decided to have an abortion without letting anyone in our family know. She just pretended she lost the baby, until several months later when the truth eventually came out. My mom’s decision affected our whole family leaving everyone with unanswered questions, hurt, and heartache. Even my mom too this day experiences challenges living with the fact that she took another life, which led to many months of depression, hurt, and

My family are like branches on a tree, we all grow in different directions, at different paces but our roots will always run deep. Family will always come first to me, above all else; coming from a home with no father, the only father figure i had was my grandfather, to me family is so important because it is who we come from. Family

When anything goes wrong or bad in my life, my family is always there for me. Whenever my family goes through something bad, I am there for him/her. I believe we are in this life together and this belief deepens my sense of meaning. Personal suffering is a

| I believe in loving my families, giving them my time and effort. I believe in the presence of family value and care for one another.

It was a bone chilling January night; my mom received a call at about 11:15 PM, a call that changed my life forever. My Aunt June was on the other line. She was crying so hard my mother could barely understand her. Through the sobbing my mom finally understood that Brian, my cousin, had been in a horrible accident and she didn’t know how bad it was. My mother jumped out of the bed after she hung up the phone. She screamed up the stairs at my sister and me; it was a nerve shrilling scream. I could hear fear in her voice. My mom was always yelling at us growing up if we forgot to do something. She would even get us out of bed to finish something that wasn’t done completely. This particular

When I was young my mother and my father both had very different opinions on how you should raise a child. And since my father was the one paying the bills and bringing home the paychecks for a few years, I didn’t really get to see him much because he worked all day. So my mother was the one who raised me for the most part. At the time she would spoil me like crazy. If I asked for something the answer would always be yes, and if I didn’t get my way I would start having a fit until she finally caved in. You could’ve called me a crybaby, go ahead I would’ve said the same thing. Because I was. My father’s best friend who had two twins both the same age as me invited me, my father and my mother over to there place for an easter egg hunt easter morning. During the easter egg hunt, me and my friend both turned a corner at the same time. He saw an egg and as he was going to grab it, I saw it and tried to get it also. He got there before me and I started to have a fit right there and then. I could remember my mother rushing up to see what’s wrong. After I told her what had happened she got me to stop crying and gave me extra candy. My dad knew that by her raising me like this I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere in life without someone being there whenever something went wrong, so he told her to take the candy back and to tell me to get over it and that not everything in life will be fair. She took that the wrong way and got mad at my dad for “not being a good parent” because didn’t