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Moving from one country
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Until last summer, I didn't understand the meaning of family. My parents moved to the U.S. fifteen years ago. Because of that, all of my extended family lives in Costa Rica. I hadn't seen most of my cousins, aunts or uncles since the last time we visited them in 2009. But last summer, my parents and I took a trip down to visit everyone. The only problem was that I was so scared to go again because I didn't think I would recognize anyone besides my grandparents and the cousins closest in age to me. I was also nervous about my Spanish. I had been neglecting it for years, but now I really needed it for the first time. Before the trip, I tried to think of what I remembered from last time. The only memorable things were the somber expressions on
the faces of everyone around me, and the feeling of being stabbed due to my appendix swelling up inside me. I don't have very many happy memories of my family or of Costa Rica itself. I could never relate to my friends when they told me about their adventures with their cousins. "I've never had so much fun with them! We did so many things together and I feel like we're all so much closer!" they'd rave enthusiastically. I'd always respond with silence because I didn't want to kill their fun by saying sarcastically, "Well, I barely ever talk to my cousins who are in a completely different country." The day of the trip came and I felt a strange mix of nerves, fear and excitement brewing inside me. “Kristi, everything is going to be fine. You’ll see that by the time we’re back home you will be sad that we left.” my mother told me in a soothing voice. That same day, we arrived in Costa Rica. When I entered my grandmother's kitchen, I was flooded with memories from when I was younger. I’d forgotten these little details from when I was younger but now they are fond memories I treasure. While we were there, we took a trip to the beach with a few of my aunts and their families. On the way there we stopped by my aunt Elli’s house. While we were there, my uncle asked me if I’d ever gone snorkeling. “I tried to when I was younger, but I didn’t like it” I answered. With a smile he said, “Well then, would you like to try again? I’d like to go snorkeling with you, if you’d like.” I was amazed. Someone I rarely see and barely recognized asked me if I wanted to go do something really fun. The snorkeling was fun, but I was so shocked. After going snorkeling, I finally understood what my friends meant about getting closer to family. But instead of mostly remembering how the ocean looked and the colors of fish I saw, I mostly remember the shock of being invited to spend time with someone I hardly know, and getting to know them better. For the rest of my time in Costa Rica I spent as much time with my family as possible. I chatted with my aunts and uncles, played board games with my cousins, and improved my Spanish. After that beach trip, everyone turned into real people for the first time. They weren’t pictures in a photo album, or bodiless voices on skype anymore. They were real people that cared about me and I started to care about them. I jumped at the opportunity to have afternoon tea with my great aunts or to help my grandmother with the groceries she brought from the market. I’d never really been willing to spend time and create happy memories with these people I rarely ever see. I realized that family is family, wherever they are and that they will always be there to welcome me home.
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I was born in the Dominican Republic, November 2, 1982. I lived and grew up in a countryside where everybody knew each other. My childhood years were full of wonderful experiences where I felt loved by my parents and my family. I went to school around 6 years old. I had to walk around 30 minutes to get there from my house. My father was a farmer who had to work long hours in order to sustain our big family. My mother was a housewife; she was in charge of taking care of us. I have five siblings, three boys and two girls. I remember that at that time we did not have many things in our house. We did not have electricity and also we did not have a service of water. I remembered that my father had to go to the river to get water for the necessities of the house. At that time my family was very poor, but my
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My grandmother, Rokeya Sultana, grew up in the urban parts of Bangladesh, with 2 sisters and 3 brothers. Her father, my great grandfather, was the chief officer of the district. She would go to school or to places by a motorcycle, car, or helicopter. She was living the life of her dreams. But then, my great grandfather had diabetes, and it was discovered one month before he died. It was a great shock for my great grandmother’s family because they had to move from the urban city to a rural neighborhood. My grandmother went to elementary, middle, and high school as a child. She also received a Bachelor’s degree in teaching. She was a good student and a very honest and respectful person. Once she reached the age of 20 to 21, she married Jonab Ali, my grandfather, and moved to Dhaka, the capital city of Bangladesh.
November 12, 1994 marks the day when I, Gabriela Aceves, was welcomed, with open arms into this cruel and beautiful world. I was greeted by two loving parents, Silvia and Jose, three crazy sisters, Vanessa, Daisy, Stephanie, and Jose my kind brother. I grew up in a loving home. Never did I ever feel unloved nor unappreciated. We were all very close, so close that we would constantly take family vacations together. Our hunger for adventure took us to Florida, California, Colorado, Nevada, Arizona, the list is endless. My father, Jose was a hardworking brilliant man whose presence would be felt whenever he would walk into a room, he was loved and hated by many for his success in both his career and family. My mother Silvia was always a nurturing and supportive housewife she and I were much alike in both our looks and personality. I loved both of them very much I couldn’t have asked for better parents. Even though they were much older than me not once did I ever feel excluded from my siblings ' life. Vanessa,the oldest was the kind of woman who never let
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Have you ever been influenced by some important person that helped you be the person that you are today? I have been. The people that have had influence on me are the most important humans beings, my family. But before I begin talking about my family, I want to describe to you the place that we spend most of the time together which also means something important to me and my family. This place is called the family room. This room is small but cozy. It is painted in white and has three windows decorated with beautiful curtains. By the windows you can appreciate a nice view of some beautiful trees and a nice pool. On the walls there are some family photos like the ones that show where my brothers and I were born, my graduation photo, some family members photos like my grandparents, and some paintings made by one of my brothers. Also inside this room there is a nice home theater that includes a nice stereo and TV, and a new compact computer. But this is not all, this room has some very comfortable furniture and I can say that they are comfortable because I use them to watch TV, a movie, or just sit and rest. Also the furniture is used by my brothers to sit and play nitendo, to study, or play with the computer. But from all this furniture there is one chair that is the most cozy chair that I have ever sat upon and that is my father's chair. So this is our room, which is very important to us and has a lot of special things, but the most special part of this room is when it brings my family together.
In this discussion, I will be explaining how I define family. I will also include my immediate and extended family. I will also describe what family means to me, how mine differs from other families in my neighborhood, and also how they are similar. I will also describe my family’s ethnicity and how it may affect any of my family’s health. To me, a family is a group of people that are brought together by blood, adoption, or marriage.
Many people have interesting stories of where they come from. Some may find mine to