Family stories reveal our origins

The Story Of A Kitchen Night In My Family
This is the story of how my brother, Cole, got impaled by a kitchen night in his rear end. The plot
began during a family gathering at my house with my grandpa, grandma, aunt, my parents and of
course, Cole, my brother, on March 6th 2016. We were celebrating my grandpas – who knows how
old – birthday by playing a few games of cards, enjoying a nice home cooked meal and talking with
each other about new and fascinating things that were happening in our lives. After we had all
finished eating, it was my and my brother's job to clean off the table, do all the dishes and make sure
the kitchen was spotless like we are to do every night after our meal. As we were tidying up the
kitchen, my family was still chatting amongst themselves at the dining room table. Cole and I
usually like to play around in the kitchen, and we joke around with one another all of the time. This
is where our playing choices started to get a little bit dangerous, even though what we were doing
seemed to be harmless. We were doing small turn, bickering about who was going to do what, and
pretending we were ninjas. We knew, which is common sense that you shouldn't play rough in a
kitchen, so we figured out the idea to pretend like we were doing so. As I was pretending to karate
chop him, and the two of us were acting like five year olds, I kicked my foot out while holding onto
a few plates, my brother laughing and having a good time. He jumped backwards, thinking I was
actually going to kick him, and right
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Native American Family Stories
One of the most memorable campfire stories I can think of when I look back on being a kid. Is by a
man named Rich the one that I will always remember is the one about the Native American shape
shifters. I think that the main reason I remember it the most is that how it scared me, but at the same
time intrigued me. The Native American shapeshifters can come in many different forms varying in
beliefs from tribe to tribe. Although I cannot recall what particular tribe rich was from he told a
story of back n the 1800's as the white man continued to push west. In fear for the safety of their
land and people 70 special babies were born. Moreover, these children were born very gifted and
with a mission, and that were to protect and look out over their tribes land. They were gifted in such
ways of being able to shapeshift into any animal so they could be in plain sight looking over their
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At least that is what it seemed to be it was circling the man's house around and around. Then
disappeared after it went he decided to investigate he started to study and found footprints leading to
the man's house. I know what you are thinking footprints what is so special abut that. Although they
were footprints, they were not shoe prints they were barefoot prints from someone without shoes.
His grandpa soon after had heard some very, very disturbing noises almost like screams from the
man next door. With no one being home he decided to investigate what the noise from the neighbor's
property was exactly. So he started to walk over to his neighbor's property being a young man and
curious as we all are. Also, what he found was something so disturbing and gruesome that he did not
tell us what he found because it was just so horrible. Even though I am not 100 percent sure myself
how much I believe it I found it enjoyable as can

My Family Story : A Grandmother's Tale
A Grandmother's Tale
As I am listening on the phone to my family history learning where and who I come from, I
suddenly realize why I am the way I am. I could imagine my grandmother looking out over the
plantation at the sugarcane and soybean fields telling me about all the generations that grew up
there. She was painting a clearer image of my ancestors as the minutes passed. The land has changed
with time, as the lives of the many women who have lived there; however, their love for the land has
endured. That love and passion has shaped my family into who we are today. Owning the Riverlake
Plantation over the generations has given my family a chance to raise strong, independent people
who will grow up to do something extraordinary with their life.
It all started with a woman named Mary Ann Flynn and a man named Charles Wilson. Mary Ann
and Charles both lived in Ireland where they met and fell in love, which caused an unsolvable
problem. He was Protestant and she was Catholic. Charles' family would never allow him to marry
Mary Ann because Catholics were considered the "lower class." Mary Ann and Charles both decided
that they could not bear to break up, so they left everyone and everything behind and immigrated to
America. Charles became a successful contractor, leaving the household in Mary Ann's care.
Charles and Mary Ann eventually had a son, Alexander, who grew up to own a sugar plantation
called Highland. He married my great–great–great grandmother, Nora Hogan. The

My Family: A Story Of An Immigrant
I was born in Chin State,in a small city called Ngalang.We were a big family.We had a hard time
making a living because my dad came to Malaysia already.It was only my mom who served us.She
will pickyback my little brother while she crop.I was around 13 or 14.I always followed my mom.I
would watch her crop.I couldn't go to school because we couldn't afford to buy school
uniforms.Everyday whenever we go to the farm and she will crop and I saw her sweating come out
of her body.I wanted to whipe it for her,but she wouldn't let me.She thought I might get hurt if I get
too close to her.I would go and sit by the tree.I would cry and when ever my mom call me.I would
whipe my tear quickly as fast as I could and go to her.One day I was sitting and I

The Writer In The Family Short Story
In John Updike's "A&P," and E.L. Doctorow's "The Writer in The Family," two boys take part in a
journey of their early lives and find the words they need to be advocate for themselves. Both Sammy
and Jonathan defy an adult authoritative figure; nevertheless, they handle their rebellion differently.
Despite these differences, their experiences lead them both on a similar path of self discovery. The
opposition and determination these characters demonstrate throughout each story shows the
struggles that come with growing up and accepting oneself as an independent person.
The first similarity these boys face is an adult authority figure. In "A&P," Sammy works a job and
lives a life he does not want because his parents are expecting him to go down the same path as they
did. Sammy does what is considered normal for someone his age. He describes looking outside and
seeing "about twenty–seven old freeloaders tearing up Central Street because the sewer broke again.
It's not as if we're on the Cape; we're north of Boston and there's people in this town haven't seen the
ocean for twenty years." (Updike.) In "The Writer in the Family," Aunt Francis is asking Jonathan to
complete difficult tasks repeatedly for selfish reasons. After his father dies, Jonathan is made to
write letters to his grandma so that she won't be distressed over the news. His Aunt bullies him into
doing this so that she can feel closer to her late brother, not caring about what pain it may cause
Jonathan.

Unflattering Family Stories
Stories of your parent's childhood are always entertaining. They are especially so when it is
something that is embarrassing. These stories are usually well guarded, but will be willingly told by
anyone else, because of the hilarity. The only thing that makes such stories better, is a common
theme. After interviewing family members, I have found some stories that are somewhat
unflattering, and all involve my Uncle and some sort of bike. A long time ago, in a town not so far
from here, my mother and her family lived in a medium sized house in Washington. The house had a
full basement that was unfinished, and the adjacent abandoned lot was a favourite place to ride bikes
in the summer. Once winter rolled around, they were allowed to move the bikes inside to the
basement, where it was much warmer, and ride in circles on the dirt floor. My uncle one of his
friends were engaged in such an activity one winter day. They soon tired of riding in the same path
over and over, and decided to look around. My grandfather was fermenting some homemade beer at
the time, and this was noticed by the two teenagers. They decided to try it out, and went through
quite a bit of it. Now, a quick class on brewing. When it is stored a balloon is placed on the neck of
the bottle, and the rising yeast causes it to inflate. Once the balloon goes back down, the
fermentation is done. My uncle and his friend were not aware of this process. They consumed the
beverage when the balloon was completely

Short Story The Writer In The Family
In the short story "The Writer in the Family" Jonathan, the narrator is a second generation of the
family. He seems to be same his father care people beside him. Therefore, his aunt's Frances wants
Jonathan to use his dead father's voice to write the letter with the content of the family situation to
grandmother know. Consequently, Jonathan who decides to write a letter to lie his grandma is his
aunt idea of success and image have affected characters such as Jonathan and Jack, also wants to tell
his grandma the critical sense of himself in the last letter.
The place that takes the main character Jonathan to decide to write the letter is Jack forced to do
because of his family expectation, and it affects Jonathan to do in the same way by his father. His
aunt Frances says his father has much faith in him wants him to be the family writer. Therefore, he
and his aunt are going to cover his elderly grandmother that his father has died while they do not
shock his grandmother and kill her by this news. Also, Jonathan does not want his grandma feels
disappointed about his father unsuccessful in financial and wants her to feel proud of Jack's her son.
For example, Jonathan says "my grandmother was bragging to her cronies about her son's new life
in the dry air of the desert" (Doctorow 3). It is evidence to show that Jack's mother is very caring
about his son's new life in Arizona. Although Jonathan knows that does not look good behavior to
lie, he is unwilling to write the letter for

My Family Story
Sitting with my aunt Alning and cousin Vincent is a pleasant reprieve from the bustle inside the
house. A slight breeze cuts the air as I overlook the balcony. Rice fields stretch out past the horizon.
Coconut trees, that my grandfather planted, stand tall with ripe coconuts waiting to be butchered
open. Smoke from an outdoor cooking pit thickens the air–– a warning the farewell feast is well on
its way.
It's been thirteen years since I've been back in the Philippines and the first time I've visited it as an
adult. To learn more about my mother's family I decided to interview my aunts and uncles–– Tita's
and Tito's–– about past memories. Growing up, I knew my mother's family was very poor, but also
very close. In the beginning of my mother's life, she, her six brothers, and four sisters lived in a mud
hut and walked miles to get to school. My grandfather was a farmer and eventually moved his
family on decent land where he grew rice to support his family. Coming back to the Philippines I
wanted to learn more about my maternal family. My ambition was to one day keep a written record
of my maternal family's legacy to pass down to future generations so they wouldn't lose sight of who
they are and where they came from especially if I decided to marry someone who wasn't Filipino.
On that balcony my first interview was with Tita Alning. Her son––my cousin–– Vincent–– or as I
like to call him Manong Vincent–– sat beside her. Manong is used to show respect to an older male
brother or cousin. He sat there somewhat of an interpreter. Tita Alning knows how to speak English,
but there are just some words she may not know how to cross over well from Tagalog to English,
hence, Manong Vincent being our interpreter.
"Thanks for doing this Tita Alning," I said as I whipped out my iPhone and turned on the Voice
Memo App. "My first question is, what is a memory you have of grandpa and grandma? Something
that stands out?" Manong Vincent and I watch her as she tries to think of a memory. Vincent tries to
rephrase my question so she can answer it.
"Ah! I have something I remember!" she exclaims.
Part of her story involves her conflict between moving to Mindanao or Manila, two different cities
on two different islands.

Parenthood Is The Story Of The Buckman Family
Parenthood is the story of the Buckman family and their friends and how they attempt to bring up
their children. They suffer and enjoy all the different aspects of life including estranged relatives, the
"black sheep" of the family, the eccentrics, the skeletons in the closet, and the rebellious teenagers.
The Buckman family is a typical midwestern family dealing with the basic tribulations of their lives,
relatives, raising children, pressures of the job, and learning to be a good parent and spouse.
Gil Buckman, the main character, is a 35 year–old father of three living in a typical suburban
setting. He works as a sales executive while his wife, Karen, is a stay–at–home mom, caring for
their eldest son Kevin, daughter Taylor, and toddler son Justin. Gil is constantly struggling to find
balance between his family and career. At work, his ethics are often overlooked and inner office
politics seem to favor those with younger personalities over those who work hard. At home, he deals
with the strains of parenthood and sometimes admits he sees himself as a failure of a father when
they start having problems with his son Kevin. His main priority is to avoid being the type of father
his dad was, unavailable and distant. Karen, meanwhile, tries to remain calm and supportive.
Gil 's older sister, Helen, is a divorcee whose ex–husband wants nothing to do with her or their two
children, Julie, and Garry. Julie is your average rebellious teenager spending most of time concerned
with

A Family Divided: A Short Story
One day while at the pulpit in an empty church filled with thoughts was a priest who was pondering
and meditating on his next step in helping a new family in town defeat an evil entity in their home
whom they believe has taken over the poor soul of their 9 years old daughter. The family has already
been through a lot the father, who was a former electrician had just been laid off from his recent job
and was in the midst for over a month now looking into a new one. A poor mom, who did not have
to work and was a stay home mom, dread them waking up one night without any electric on and or
enough food to feed their daughter. And now with the daughter being what they believed
"possessed" their at their wits end on what to do next. Before all of

A Story Of Rob Kardashian's Family
Rob Kardashian was given an ultimatum by his sisters, to get rid of Blac Chyna or they would
disown him. Radar Online, April 7, 2016 reported that the Kardashian and Jenner sisters are not
happy with his choice of a future wife and his happiness does not enter into it.
According to a source, "It's the worst betrayal ever, especially since Blac has badmouthed the family
so many times. The family thinks Rob's doing this to piss everyone off because he's so angry."
Rob Kardashian and Blac Chyna have been dating for about two months and he surprised everyone
when he asked Blac Chyna t marry him and then gave her a 7–caret diamond ring worth around
$325,000.
Rob and Blac Chyna announced their engagement on Monday, but Rob's family has been unusually
quiet about the news of a new soon to be sister–in–law. Just before the news was announced, they
Kris Jenner took all her daughters on a surprise ski vacation in Colorado. It was rumored that she
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However, according to Us Weekly, Rob's family is congratulating him quietly, but they are
concerned that he is moving too fast in this

My Family Story
My parents have been separated for a couple years now. My mother wasn't happy with our family
so, she went away. She isn't there that much for my family and I. I have three siblings which, all
happen to be younger than I am. I'm only 11 years old. So everything is very hard without a mother
figure. One day, we got to see her but, not in the way I'd want to.
It was a Saturday afternoon of a summer day. My mom and I are at a graduation party. I'm sitting
there peacefully alone looking around the backyard. Unexpectedly, I get a phone call. I answer it, it's
my dad. He asks for the address of the house. I thought he was picking me up but, when he came he
dropped off my siblings and got into a huge argument with my mom on the front lawn. I just
peaceful stood there and watched. I had no idea what to do or say in that situation so I stood there in
shock. My dad then drove off and left.
My siblings and I then spent the time with my mom. I had no idea of my mom's living situation so
we got in the car and left. We got to a house that looked very familiar to me. When my parents were
together and first started having problems, my mom came to this house a couple times. It hit me so
hard. The whole time, my mother was secretly seeing someone else. The separation was put full
fault of my dad but in reality, it was my mom. This whole time I spent confused and upset, I was
blaming the wrong parent. I felt so confused where I had a long thought about everything.
The day had gone by and

The John Wright Family: A Short Story
One day the John Wright family goes to a limited time buffet/restaurant called iApple. They have all
sorts of apple food. They have apple pie, apple bread, apple croissants, apple juice, apple crisp,
apple cobbler, apple butter for the apple bread, apple chips, apple sauce, apple cider and many more.
Suddenly, a man yells to the dad, "Hey! You took the last piece of Apple Crisp!" then that man threw
the apple croissants at him. The dad has MAJOR anger issues, so he throws the apple pie at the man.
"It's just apple crisp! I thought I had anger issues!" the dad continued to yell and throw apple pies.
"You are ridiculous!" yelled the dad multiple times, as he threw one more apple pie. "O. M. G! Did
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They took the dad away to the car and said " What you've done today is UNHEARD of. But we
have no room in the jails due to so many people eating two banana splits. TWO! I mean I was
SUPER SURPRISED. You're only allowed to have one! You and those people have just gone
insane!" after he finished yelling at the man, he let him go. "Don't go to anymore buffets! Oh, and
don't be getting into anymore trouble!" After a long day at iApple they decided to go to Applebee's.
When eating their meal they were thinking and feeling the grief of killing an apple pie. When they
got home they all went straight to bed annoyed about the food fight. They were even more annoyed
when they thought about who threw the apple croissants. Suddenly they thought, Wait. Who did
throw the apple pie? Tomorrow I will secretly sneak out and find him and serve him a fresh slice of
apple justice! The only problem was– they ALL thought

Lemp's Story: A Brief Story Of A Tragic Family
Back in the 1800s, a tragic family business began. There was William Lemp Sr, Lillian Lemp,
William Jr, Charles, Frederick, and Edwin Lemp. William Sr expanded his father's brewery in St.
Louis, MO in 1864. The brewery became very popular and continued to expand until it eventually
took up 8 blocks of St. Louis. William Lemp bought a newly built house by his father–in–law for his
family, and immediately began renovating it. During all this success, Frederick Lemp died of heart
failure, then William Sr's best friend, Frederick Pabst, died, leaving William devastated. He
committed suicide on February 13, 1904.
William Jr, then took over the brewing company. He married Lillian Lemp, who soon after, began to
spend his inheritance. He never

Daddy And Pap A Story Of A Homosexual Family
Daddy and Papa, is a documentary of a couple of Homosexual families adopting children to have a
family and all the struggles they go through. By adopting a kid comes with a lot of responsibilities.
However by adopting a child and having a family comes with a lot more love and experiences. The
story goes on talking about how they face the struggles of becoming better parents for their kid(s).
One person was even single raising two bodys and he told us how difficult it was. The physical and
mental components about being a homosexual parent weren't the only difficult thing to face it was
also the social change and political standings that came along with it.
The family is generally regarded as a major social institution and a locus of much of

The Oppression Of Family Stories
Throughout the trimester the stories we have read in class all have pressures from others that affect
the way the characters in them react to the situations they find themselves in. Having class
discussions about the way characters act in these stories gives me a better understanding of why
people respond to life in the way they do. These stories give my peers and I the ability look at life
through different perspectives. Brief encounters, pressures, or dreams that parents, peers, or our
community put on us can make us behave in positive and/or negative ways outside our norm.
When I attend family gatherings the question I get asked the most, after being asked by my Aunt
Linda what my love life is like, is what do I have planned for my

The Lynch Family: A Short Story
The night was cold and wet, but in the small living room of Phoenix valley, Sweden. The police, and
the lynch family were at home. "When do u remember seeing him?" said the police officer "was it in
the morning or evening."
"It was a cold weekend in July, I only saw him before he left to work, please find him!" pleaded
Mrs. Lynch.
The Lynch family had recently lost their beloved father, Peter lynch. Peter Lynch had been missing
for over a month. The lynch family had been really affect by the death of their father especially their
youngest daughter, Annabelle. Anna and her dad had a very good bond together, her dad being
missing was a very depressing time.
"How does he looks like?" said the police
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Inside the Recreational Vehicle stood a small kitchen with 1 bedroom and just a little washroom.
The bus had a huge speaker and a very big flat screen TV.
"Do u have everything you need," asked MS lynch
"Yes," said the two kids excitedly. "We are here kids," said misses lynch in an excitement The
family set up their tent and brought out all the stuff in there R .V. They brought all the food and put
it on the designated food area. Benjamin and Annabelle went to the forest looking for some wood to
set up the campfire.
"Mom me and Benjamin brought some stick for the campfire," said Anna
"Thank you, can u kids please set it up," miss lynch said while cleaning up the tent
As they were done setting up the campfire. The two pleasant kids played tag, soccer, and football,
etc... just to keep them busy. The family gathered around the campfire roasting marshmallow while
telling a haunted story and singing old school campfire songs.
"Guys there is a shooting star right over there," Benjamin "Make a wish Anna," he

My Family Story
The stories from our parents and grandparents always hold a special place in our hearts, for just an
instance we get to see what the world was like from a more mature individual's perspective, we get
to live the days they did through the stories they share. My grandma, or what she is to me; my
meme, has shared a variety of stories from her childhood that has allowed me to see some of the
challenges and opportunities she had faced growing up. My favorite story she has shared with me
would be about the time my memes parents decided to move states. The story tells about the trip on
the way to move, the short amount of time they stayed, and lastly, the decision to moving back, to
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She said the girls were the Indians and the boys the cowboys. In these new outfits, the girls who
were the Indians found a red clay wall, and "what's an Indian without some red clay" she would
always say, put red clay all over themselves! After the game began the boys then decided they too
want to be Indians and covered themselves in clay! "Oh boy were we in trouble" she said. Around 3
months of living in Illinois memes dad didn't want to live there anymore. He wanted to go back
home he said. Just in time for the start of school the got back home. My meme explained how most
people wouldn't consider moving to somewhere such as Illinois as an exciting childhood memory,
but for her growing up in a small town, it was the best thing in the world! She considered the world
to be small as she was growing up, and then told me about the car they had at the time. A station
wagon and no seat belt laws, and how there wasn't even a car seat for her baby brother. They then
would lean the seats down and nap and play. My meme has had a pretty amazing life growing up
from what she tells me. I always enjoy hearing stories about the past, because it allows me to see the
world in different views. Something so little to us now, was the world to people back in the day, our
generation takes advantage of things we should be thankful for, and in hearing stories I become
more thankful each day for the family

Telling Family Story : A Short Story
Telling family stories is the basis of family dinners in my house; whenever we all gather around my
dining room table I know I'm going to hear interesting stories from my parents lives. Growing up
the person, besides my parents, that had the biggest influence on my life was my Grandpa Dave. He
was my dads adopted father, and he played a major role in my childhood. Everytime I visited he
always had stories to tell about my dad and what he was like as a child. My favorite story that he
ever told me was about the time that he and my father went camping. "Your dad was really excited
to go, especially do to the fact that he was missing school for it. When he was packing his bag he
was jumping all over the place, full of excitement, I didn't think anyhting could ever ruin his good
mood," my grandfather said with a slight smile on his face, recalling the old memory. "We left off
on our hike to the camping spot a little earlier than usual because I knew that he would get distracted
by the view on the way up," I could see the happiness in my grandfathers eyes as he told the story.
"When we got to the camping spot your father gasped as he took in the sites around him. He had the
biggest smile that I've ever seen on his face, and it somehow got bigger when he noticed the river
passing through our land, back then the apple orchid in the back yard went even further, but that was
before I got to old to tend to it. Anyways the boy asked me, 'Can we go fishing?' and I couldn't tell
him 'No'," My grandpas wife came outside just then and brought us drinks. My grandpa took a long
drink from his glass before setting it down and sighing, he started to tell the story again. "I got his
pole ready for him as he searched for bait at the shore of the river. 'Come and get it Rob', I called to
the child. He excitedly ran towards me with his hands cupped together. 'Its ready for you all you
have to do is put some bait on it and then you are good to go'. He grinned at me before opening his
hands up to me, 'I got a big one, its huge." He took the pole from my hands and quickly, but tightly
put his worm onto the hook. I started to set up the tents as he continued to fish, and a few minutes
later I heard a loud cheer

Family And Love : A Short Story
"The most important thing in the world is family and love." At least that's what John Wooden said.
That quote alone could make people ponder deeply about family, but for my brother Jared, and I that
was a whole different story. Since the beginning, my brother and I have always been unfair, and
unkind to each other. From getting into little fights over the smallest things to getting on the ground
wrestling each other; my brother and I haven't always gotten along. We would always say we were
going to start being nicer, but it would never work out until him, and I had a mind changing
experience with a small story and dream. Ultimately, my brother and I aren't like your stereotypical
goody–two–shoes brothers, but in the end, we were able to overcome that hatred and replace it with
love and friendship.
From as far back as I can remember my brother and I have always been almost polar opposites. It
would sometimes get so bad that our disagreements would get out of hand, and our parents would
have to break us apart from our whirlwind of a fight. Very recently my brother had a dream about
him, and I during one of our fights. The whole night of the dream he was rustling in his blue sheet
covered bed until he finally decided to wake me up and tell me what he dreamed. In the dream, he
said very mean things to me, picking on me, and calling me names to the point where I started
crying. In the dream, he noticed what he had done, and had remorse for the actions he had made.
"You know I

My Family Story
This is a story about my sister Autumn having a baby boy named Steven. She lived in Jonesboro
Arkansas with us all at home. Just her, my sister Breanna, my baby sister Jasmine, mom and dad.
My mom is very kindhearted, enthusiastic, sweet, grateful, and caring. She is there to help us
through everything. My dad is also as outstanding as my mom because he is very kind–hearted,
courageous, strong, skillful, and extremely amusing. He is also there for everyone; makes the family
smile, laughs, and cheering when we are down. He provides the truth through us even if it is not
what we really want to hear, but that's how our parents are, and always will be. But, besides our
family, we lived in a big white house that didn't have a really big yard, three bedrooms, a kitchen,
bathroom, and living room. And on the outside of the house in Jonesboro, it is really busy and lots of
traffic but most of the traffic is at five o'clock rush hour. It is a really busy town and a big town. But
It has always just been us and that is just the way we have always lived. I had my own room, my
sister Breanna and Autumn shared a room because my sister Autumn decides she was going to be
moving out soon, and my parents shared a room. And my baby sister put her stuff in there room to
but my baby sister slept where ever she passed out at. Also, we would all just hang around have fun
at the house and everything but then one day My oldest sister said she needed to talk to us that night
so we all were in the

My Family Story
My parents have been divorced since I was a kid and they have their own separate lives and
families. It was only me and my older brother until one day when I was 15 we learned that we were
going to have a little sister. My Father and his girlfriend ended up having a girl, Alicia, named after
my late Grandmother. They lived together for a short while until they ended up having many issues
from financial to legal issues, like getting kicked out of their house, and broke up. They were
uncertain about who would take Alicia and tried passing off a baby to their friends for short times
then to other friends and then family. They did not want to give Alicia to her Grandmother because
her and her Mother always fought about everything. But they finally allowed Alicia's grandparents
to take her. She was only supposed to stay there for a short time but one thing led to another and
now her parents have supervised visits. They have separate times and can only see Alicia on
Sundays. Her grandparents, Deborah and John, have taken care of her for 4 years now by giving her
everything she needs.
Deborah and John, at first, were surprised by how my Brother and myself cared so much about our
sister. They were a couple that were obviously well off and well educated. They have a huge house
and have a lot of space for a child to grow up. They would stay to themselves and focus on taking
care of Alicia. They had no contact with us until we reached out to them to see our sister. They
allowed us to

Kingston's Family Story
The third function of cultural legacies, such as family stories allows for bonding like the second and
the first functions, but it provides family members to teach each other coping strategies outside of
the family. Kingston and her mother have opposite coping strategies, her mother copes with death
by forgetting and moving on with daily tasks as soon as possible, but Kingston copes through death
by talking about the issues to process and handle the situation. Kingston's mother dealt with the
aunt's suicide without sorrow, viewing the entire ordeal as an annoyance instead of a cry for help
from the aunt, and it seems as if she believed the aunt caused an issue instead of the problem is her
suicide. The mother reacts harshly to the aunt's death ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
My family story focuses on how my aunt and mother came together after a tragedy in their family.
When my mother was sixteen years old, her brother died in a car accident due to a truck driver
running through a red light late at night which crushed my uncles small Volkswagen Beetle. This
devastating event was hard for my mother to handle but at the same time, many of her family
members were moving away due to separation and my aunt starting college in California which was
across the country from my mother who needed support. My mother had a hard time being at home
because she was still mourning so she would go dancing in her school's studio every day so that she
could focus on something else. She learned ballet, modern, tap, and lyrical dance but concentrated
on ballet and modern and she would occasionally skip classes to use the studio. It was after my mom
arriving home at midnight multiple nights in a row, grades dropping, and getting classes from
missing class that my grandfather called my aunt to ask her to come home to help my mom mourn.
My aunt made the hard decision to put her life on hold and go back to New York to live with my
mom and help her adjust. The returning of my aunt helped my mother tremendously she felt like she
was not alone and had a reason to come home and complete her work. She wished to make her
brother proud and go to colleges and achieve her goals because her sister shared with her that she
did the same. My aunt and mother took time in adjusting and would spend time together for bigger
things and little activities like listening to James Brown on my aunt's record player in their living
room when their mother was at work. Coming together in hard times is a common occurring

A Short Story : The Family Of Roe's Story
As a poor boy in a poor village of Rocanam, Roe grew up with little to nothing. He's had to work
hard his whole life. Whether it was aiding his widowed mother in putting food on the table, or
taking care of the family farm, he's always possessed a great deal of responsibility. Winter in
Rocanam was always a time of struggle and hardship. The harvest was poor, and it was very cold.
Nearly, one fourth of the poor population died during the winter. For the Royal Family of Rocanam,
also known as the RFR, winter was a time of festivity. The majority of the crops produced by lower
class farmers, like Roe and his mother, was hoarded by the RFR. As winter arrived, Amaro's mother
fell ill. He spent most of his time looking after his feeble mother. One day, while cleaning his
mother's bed, Amaro asked his mother a question.
"Mother?" said Roe. "Yes?" she said quietly. Roe was a nickname given to him by his mother. "I
want to know about my father," he said. The subject of his father was Roe's favorite. What was he
like? Who was he? How did he die? Roe had many questions for his mother but he knew better than
to ask her. She always became upset when the subject of his father was brought up. "Your father was
a good man," she said. A tear streamed down her face and onto the mud floor of their hut. "He was
strong and powerful. He was gentle and kind, however, one day..." His mother paused. When she
went to open her mouth to speak again, nothing came out. She reached for her son but her arm

My Family 's Story Of Immigration
While every immigrant story is unique to the places they've come from, their personal narratives,
and their integration, many share commonalities within the American immigrant experience. My
family is no exception to this fact as they highlight many of the theories of migration outlined in
sociology. By examining my family's story of immigration through these different lenses, I hope to
gain a deeper understanding and appreciation for those who ultimately brought me into America.
Around 85 years ago, my great uncle's first impression of the Gold Mountain arrived on the hopeful
lips of men in a time of Chinese turmoil. He came in the late 1940's from a small village in Southern
China as a paper son aboard a ship under the last name Kong ... Show more content on
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A few years later, he sent for his sister (my grandmother and her family). Since there was no
opportunity in China after the revolution, they saw America as a chance for them to have a better
life. My grandma, mother, and two of her siblings (they left three of their siblings behind because
they were over 18 and could not procure their separate visas at the time) moved to the United States
in 1980 after the US formally recognized diplomatic ties with China. One year before the big move,
the four of them moved from their small village in Guangzhou to the hustle and bustle of Hong
Kong. They spent a year in limbo, while waiting for their visas and my great uncle to officially send
for them. When their papers finally arrived, they boarded a Pan AM flight with their three small
suitcases bound for Los Angeles. Their reason for moving was primarily driven by the New
Economics of Labor Migration and World Systems Theory as China was going through a massive
overhaul at the time. The country was still rebuilding and restructuring after The Great Leap forward
and the Great Famine had left China in shambles. This left little to no opportunity for women in the
large cities, let alone villages living in poverty. So when my great uncle sent for the rest of his
family, they saw it as a chance for their family to diversify their portfolio (to have my grandfather
and older aunts and uncles stay in China while

My Family Story
When I was a young girl my Uncle Brian passed, his death leaving a drastic impact on my family.
But the thing that affected my family the most was that his wife took away all we had left of my
uncle, my younger cousin. Family relationships have always been a very significant part of my
childhood and having one of our own taken from us, added just another hardship to our lives. But on
July 26, 2016, my family finally felt whole again. Towards the end of the summer, we decided to
spend our last few weeks of summer in New York, our hometown. The day prior to leaving for our
vacation, my mom decided to try one last time to reach out to Melonie, hoping to finally see my
cousin after eleven years. Her message read, "Hello Melonie, we are coming to New York this week
and would love to see Brian after all this time". Within minutes we received her response of yes! It
was like a dream come true, we could not wrap our minds around the fact that we were going to
finally reconnect with the piece we have been missing for so long.
After acquiring such a joyous message, we finally set off for our trip to New York. The beginning of
the car ride started off pretty smooth, everyone just relaxing doing our own things...Til about seven
o'clock, and boy did I speak too soon. I woke up to "Mom, I'm hungry!" my little sister complained.
"Brianna come on, it's only seven in the morning" My mom responded in an annoyed voice. But of
course we had to stop anyway. We

My Crazy Family: A Short Story
Hi my names Karlee Haase and I'm going to tell you about my crazy family.In my family I have a
mom and dad a brother named Jarrod and a sister named Sophie, Jarrod's 16 and Sophie's 10. I'm
going to tell you a story about when my siblings,cousins and I had a sleepover at our grandmas.It
was Saturday night and our grandma was letting us sleep over. That night we were all chilling
watching a movie and eating popcorn then my cousin Ezra came out of the garage "OH YEAH
LOOK WHAT I FOUND" He said he was carrying a thing of pop.we all jumped up and got some,
after drinking the pop we were all super hyper. My brother and cousin Ezra went to the back room,
the girls stayed in the living room ,and my grandma went to bed. My cousin Abby and I were way to
hyper to go to bed so we decided to have a dance party. It was great till we realized it was 1:00 and
our grandma came and yelled at us, she was super mad and we felt really bad. The boys felt bad to. I
felt like someone had just slammed my heart with a hemmer cause I hat making my grandma mad or
sad. So we all decided to make her a card and write a song for her, we didn't end up going to bed till
about 3:00 in the morning. Then the next day we had to get up at 8:00to get ready for church we
were all like zombies and our grandma wasn't mad anymore she thought it was funny were all tired
and we gave her our card. Once the church service ended we all raced down the stairs to get the
cookies, after we got them, like the socially

The Story Of A Family
The next morning, Gene found his granddaughter on the front porch with Hannah on her hip while
she watched Brody play on the ancient tire swing in the front year.
"I'm not sure how safe that swing is," Gene said, as he came to stand beside her taking a sip of his
coffee.
"I didn't have the heart to tell him no. Figured he probably didn't weigh enough for it to even
register," Charlie replied. Trading the baby for his coffee cup.
"You're going to be a great mom."
Charlie laughed. "How can you be so sure?" she asked looking over at him.
"You raised Danny didn't you?"
"That's different. We had Dad and Maggie," Charlie choked, thinking about her family.
"And now they have you," Gene replied, cupping his granddaughters cheek with a ... Show more
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"I mean your Mom and Miles aren't even back from Wichita yet."
"Which means that it's perfect timing," Charlie smiled as she turned to him. "I couldn't have done
this without you, Grandpa. Thank you."
"I'm going to miss you and these little ones," Gene replied, pulling her in for a hug. Kissing her
forehead, he pressed a kiss to Hannah's crown, before bending down to Brody, pulling a package out
of his pocket. "Here's treat for the train. You be a good boy for your mama, okay?"
"I will Grandpa," Brody nodded as he eyed the brown bag in his hand.
Smiling, Gene stood as the train horn blew. "Time to go," he said hugging Charlie one last time.
"You can do this," he reminded her as she took Brody by the hand and handed him off to the porter
who helped him up the stairs to the car. Waving goodbye to Gene, Charlie followed with Hannah in
her arms.

Xxx
Helping Brody down the steps that the conductor had placed on the platform, Charlie heaved a tired
sigh as she shuffled Hannah to her other hip. Shielding her eyes, she looked up and down the
platform before seeing the soldier standing off to the side. Gathering the children, she made her way
to him. "Hello, I'm Charlie Matheson."
If the soldier had any thoughts about her showing up with two children, he wisely kept them to

A Story Of My Family
Every family has their fair share of stories to tell with each generation. My grandparents told my
sister and me some interesting stories and my parents passed them on to my sister and I. Through all
the experiences that they have shared with us, it felt as if we were with them and shared that
moment together. With all the stories that 'exist' it was inevitable that there were a few stories that
intrigued us or stuck with us wherever we go.
One story that interested me was about the eventful time that my family had leading up to my
parents' wedding on October 27, 1999. A week before the wedding there was a festival known as
Diwali so everybody on mom's side met to have some fun. Everybody was playing cards in the
house as it was raining outside. Around 10 pm the power went out, and in India, the power going out
when there is heavy raining is nothing out of the ordinary. They continued to play cards in the light
of a few candles, and around 12 it began to get windy and even at this point, nobody realized that
anything bad was going on. It continued to get worse outside eventually, it got bad enough that the
windows began to break and the wind began to rush through the ventilators. This caught their
attention because the houses in India are made of concrete and the doors are made of iron. The storm
was steadily increasing in strength and water began to rush into the house. As the night progressed,
they began to see trees fall down by the dozens. Grandma and Grandpa began to

The Story Of A Family : A Short Story
Each generation of a family has their story. Each family member has gone through different
experiences that have helped shape them. These experiences are part of their life. Everybody has a
story that made them who they are. Opportunities can come your way and shape your life for the
better. Sometimes, bad events occur that shape us, but those events can make us stronger. Families
face both good times and hardships, this is what helps shape the stories of a family. One story I
always remembered hearing is when my Grandpa Darrell had trained a trick horse so well that if you
didn't know better you would think it was a circus horse. My grandpa loved horses and he was
always trading one horse and bringing home a different horse. One day he brought home a cutting
and penning horse named Silver. Silver was a silver–dapple colored gelding with a short, clean coat
and a long, glossy mane. My grandpa loved to train horses and teach them new tricks to surprise my
dad. My grandpa taught Silver how to count to ten with his hooves. It's something I wished I could
have been alive to see. My grandpa also taught Silver to rear up on command. Silvers' special trick
was that he could run up and jump onto a hay rack on command. My dad was in awe when he saw
Silver take long strides and leap with all of his heart onto that old, wooden hayrack beside the barn.
Silver was also very beneficial because he could work with cattle calmly. Silver was able to separate
a cow from a herd and keep

Family Story
The story of Aiden and Jayla is a long and eventful one. They are an interracial couple who worked
hard in life for themselves and each other. They had many problems in their lives and relationship
yet they always managed to come out of the chaos unscathed. Jayla had a difficult childhood that
kept her busy. She was an African American girl living with a working class family. She had
problems with her family which even increased when her parents refused to buy her vegetarian
meals. She just didn't like the taste of meat. She had a child at 16 and was forced to raise the child
on her own. It was an untimely pregnancy like 88% of teen births in the US. When she was 14, she
thought she had found the love of her life in a classmate of hers ... Show more content on
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They got married two and a half years after they started dating. This early marriage is quite rare
nowadays. Their gender roles in the family skewed some from traditional views. Both of them
helped raised the children, worked for a living, and took care of the trailer. The fact that both of the
parents worked made it unlike a monolithic family. Jayla wanted to extend the family early because
she wanted to have children while she had healthy eggs and have more energy to keep up with them.
Her fertility was better because she was a vegetarian so it increased by eating proteins from plants
and not animals. Eleven months after they were married Jayla gave birth to her second child, a baby
boy named Kyle.
Their relationship didn't come without its share of problems. A while into their relationship they
noticed people border patrolling against them. People were treating them like they were abnormal
just because they were an interracial couple. Their relationship seemed even more abnormal because
it was a white man with a black woman. Later on, Aiden was arrested for assault on Jayla's
supervisor for sexually harassing her. Her supervisor was not charged with anything because
harassment is in the eye of the beholder and co–workers saw no harm in what the supervisor was
doing. They just believed that Aiden was overreacting. Even worse, he lost his job as a researcher at
a local university because of that. Fortunately, Jayla had completed her GED a

My Immigration Story : The Story Of My Family Immigration
My family immigration story involves a lot of typical topics and a few hardships which people may
not expect. By my generation, we have become accepted as White. However, both of my
grandmothers had mixed ancestry.
On my father's side, my grandfather's grandfather moved to the United States in the late 1800's from
Germany. This was just before the federal government took over the immigration process. An
American company had advertised in his town that they should move to the United States. Fishman,
and a large amount of people from his town moved to Beloit, Wisconsin.1 Wisconsin has a high
German population to this day. I imagine that they all had to pass the strict inspectors of Ellis Island.
He stayed in Wisconsin and married a German woman. His son stayed in Wisconsin and married a
German woman. That son was my grandfather's father. My grandmother was a Mexican–American,
born in East Los Angeles. Her mother came from Guadalajara, Mexico. I do not know why she
chose to migrate.
My grandfather was born in Wisconsin during the Great Depression. He moved back and forth
between Chicago, Illinois and Beloit, Wisconsin growing up. His household was impoverished.
While culturally German, his family lived in the Polish neighborhood of Chicago. At this time,
racial tensions between different Europeans in the United States was still high. "During this time we
saw, for example, the Irish "become" white and the "heathen" Asians transformed into model
minorities."2 Carl grew up fast,

Family Secret Short Story
The Family Secret
"I hate them!" he expressed, furious with his family. Why do I get in trouble for nothing? he thought
as he wandered into the dark forest. His brothers were the cause and somehow, he ended up in the
midst. Of course, when his parents intervened, they only saw the damage and wouldn't listen. The
three, off to bed without supper! The littlest looked around hoping to find something as his stomach
began to growl. The plan, never go home, ever again. How could he? His parents were liars! Always
speaking of family and watching out for each other; they were just as selfish as the villagers that he
was warned about. They would be happy he was gone! His wandering thoughts rushed back as he
saw a glimmer of hope for a morsel. He was careful, as his papa taught, not to be seen. He waited,
peering, hiding from the unsuspecting prey! Two of them; adrenalin pumped through his veins. The
two passed around trees, weaving back and forth, on the worn path without the slightest knowledge
of impending doom. Desire was at its peak; he could control his lust for food no longer. He ascended
from his hiding spot as a rush of wind gained the attention of his prey that was caused by his less
than magnificent wings. The youngling let out a horrific screech that terrified the villagers. One
froze with fear, the other in terror ran for his life.
The dragon leapt upon the youth that remained consuming his whole body with one gulp having the
boy slither down his gullet

Family Story And Origin Of A New Environment
Every family story and origin is unique to the members of the immediate group, while including the
traditions passed from generation to generation. From the scent of their house and clothes, special
holidays, vacation spots, memories, what they eat and how it is served; all of these elements of life
are distinct to a family. These elements are incorporated into what is viewed as normal life in a way
that we don't see how our lives differ from those around us, until we are faced with a situation where
things are done differently than us. Many families contain multi – cultural backgrounds, therefore
providing generations with traditions that include folklore from different origins. One of the biggest
elements of culture how dishes are served and prepared. If you ever travel, one of the biggest
attractions to a new environment is the food that is served in that area. Some food traditions are
difficult to explain and don't make sense to outsiders, but to the family or local group it is a sense of
definition and unity through foodways. In Louisiana especially, with Cajun culture, we see many
festivals and events that are food based, and the pride in the locals that serve it. My family, all born
and raised in the South, participate in the spicy food, crawfish boils, jambalaya sales, gumbo
cooking events that this culture offers. From a young age I can remember waking up on a Saturday
morning in the fall, feeling the crisp air flow through the house as we had the windows open,

The Family Tree Short Story
The Family Tree
Our story begins in Greece, many years ago. A baby was born in the city of Athens. Her name was
Oakley. Oakley had brown, long hair with big hazel eyes. Her parents adored her.
Eighteen years passed by and there was a big riot going on in Athens in protest of Zeus letting
Hades capture Persephone. Zeus wanted to teach the citizens of Athens a lesson by sending them
terrible storms. Innocent Oakley didn't know about the threats from Zeus, but her parents did.
Her parents didn't want Oakley to fear of the storm coming their way, so they didn't tell her. Her
parents also didn't want to leave Athens themselves, they knew they didn't have the energy to do so.
In result, they had to try and get Oakley to move by herself, without letting her know of the great
dangers ahead. Oakley was in her room, sewing a new blanket for her bed. Her mother called for her
to come downstairs. So of course, she made her way downstairs and saw her parents sitting on the
couch, with a depressed look on their face. "What's wrong?" said Oakley. "Honey, we have some
news for you. We are sending you off to Corfu." said her mother. Oakleys face turned red. She
seemed like she had smoke coming out of her ears. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" said Oakley.
"What did I ever do to you?" "Nothing, nothing," said her father. "This is for your own safety
darling." "What is going on? I'm completely happy here in Athens! You must tell me why you are
shipping me off to another city!" said

My Family : A Short Story
Growing up, my family was ideal. My sisters and I were all very happy and very coddled by my
father, he was my hero in my early years, he would always be the fun and loving parent when my
mom would yell. My dad was into welding, fishing, and playing guitar, I thought that no dad could
possibly be more outstanding or influential than my own, he was impeccably intelligent and
resourceful. My family and I had not spent a holiday apart, the amount of love that took place in our
home was uncomparable. While growing up in my household, I had not faced many issues with
myself and my family, we had always felt secure with one another and spent our days happily
together, just us five. Until one day that five became a four. As I had gotten a little older, my parents
started losing their love for each other, I was incredibly naive as a girl and felt as if this was
temporary, as if were to stop at any moment and would end and we could somehow seem to not
acknowledge what took place the previous night as all of us sat in our diningroom and devoured our
breakfast in uncomforting silence. In every family you will encounter an argument between parents,
but to me it was as if the world had plunged into a vortex. I never imagined them separating, I knew
my sisters and I would not be able to handle that and we would slowly and mentally separate
ourselves as well. I could not handle the heartbreak any longer so I eventually asked my mom a
simple question, I asked her where her love had

My Family Story
As Asalamalakim and I were making our way towards my new, old house I began to think of how
much I have changed and how it's been years since I last saw my family. Last time I saw my mother,
I was on my way to college and leaving this town. Here I am back again, but this time I wanted to be
here. Seeing all the traditional things my mother had ,and at the end of the day, I would hopefully be
bringing some back with me.
Before Asalamalakim could get out of the car, I set out my foot before him. I chose this beautiful
dress to wear today, it didn't really fit the weather, but it was such an engaging dress and I decided
on wearing it. The dress was loose, bright yellow, and bright orange. I had on gold earrings that
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This was my favorite time of day, when the sun was going down, yet it was still early and you had
time to do anything you pleased. The sunset was about to come out soon and the temperature was
just about right, I appreciated a lot of the things I have around this time. We ate dinner and I was
very pleased with the food my mother had made. I feel as if she had gotten better, or maybe I just
missed her cooking and it tasted extra delicious tonight.
Lastly, I had finished dinner and I got up from my chair. I went to end of my mother's bed and went
through the trunk. As I started to dig, I found exactly what I was looking for. The whole point of
coming back to my house, was so that I could look for antiques in the house. My husband and I
planned on hanging, whatever we got from my mother, on the wall. "Mama, can I have these old
quilts?", I asked her. "I promised to give those quilts to Maggie, for when she marries John
Thomas", momma told me. I gasped loudly as if I was somehow running out of breath to breath.
Maggie would never be able to appreciate these quilts like I would. Momma and I argued about how
Maggie would most likely ruin the quilts before they could turn five years old. "You just don't
understand," I said while she looked at weirdly "Your heritage." I guess I didn't care as much as I
thought because after I said that I turned around and put my sunglasses that covered everything
above the tip of my nose and chin. With that, I left my

The Stereotypical Story Of A Family Dog
is a short humorous atypical story about a man and his kids dog . Getting off on the wrong foot, he
hates this dog who he never calls by the same name twice Hansen Writes " We got off on the wrong
foot. Whining in his pen those first nights. My squirt gun in his face and him blinking from the
water. The so–called accidents in the house" (Bedford 244) Right from the start there is a clear
understanding of the relationship between the two. However, the dog that he claims to despise dies
at age ten, unfortunately for the rest of the family, and he, the owner goes through great lengths to
bury and defend the pets honor. There is nothing funny about a family dog's death. The author
portrays humor in the situation by adding how badly the dog behaves around him and how loving
the dog is around his family .When Hansen writes, " When pushed to the brink I shouted, "I'll cut
your face off and show it to you," and the small–brained mammal just stared at me. ... Show more
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(Bedford 472) It shows how annoyed and bothered he is . If there is anything likeable about the
narrator, it would be the stubborn love he has , since he would do anything for his family, and tries
to do the right thing by his morals in the way of disposing the dog. He considers what the best way
to go about dealing with the dead dog so that he can deal with least amount of drama from his
family as possible. The author uses characterization in this story as a means of revealing how the
dad feels about the dog and how he shows stubborn love towards it. The readers start to learn that he
in fact does care for the dog

Family Bullies Short Story
Family Bullies by Keith berry and Toney E. Adams
To begin their article, the authors first explain their topic and how they did their research. They
defined bullying as something that has many definitions. However, they did identify two main
aspects of bullying: it happens more than once and is one person acting negatively towards another.
With this in mind, they then turned their lens toward bullying with in families. They began by
looking at two personal stories about bullying with in families.
In the first story, Victoria was bullied by her sister, Lily. Victoria explains that her sister was always
trying to make her feel bad, irritate her, or cause her pain. She claimed Lily liked making her feel
bad and would leave the conversation if she showed no affect. Victoria also noted that Lily did it
with the whole family, and that Lily was always a little bit off the family rhythm. Through their
childhood, Victoria grew to hate Lily and survive their interactions. More recently, Victoria has
begun to think how she treated Lily in reaction to the bullying was also a form of bullying. The
relationship between the two sisters is beginning to start again, Victoria says, but she is also
cautious. The personal story ends with Victoria saying the bitterness between them is leaving and
the work on a friendship has begun.
The second personal story was about a boy named Tony and his cousin. His cousin bullied him by
physically and emotionally hurting him. Whenever the boys would be

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