My Fam

When I was younger, my family was not close. I came from a big family, so I just assumed our parents were too busy to pay attention to all six kids. As I got older, we became close. I became especially close to all my sisters. It all started when my mom passed away, it was tough for all of us. We just bonded like any other families in their time of need we were there for each other. My dad wasn’t around much; he left us when I was twelve. Despite the hardships, my two brothers, three sisters and I, managed. After the funeral, my siblings were paused with a problem: What are they going to do with me? I was the youngest and I was in high school. All of them have their own lives to worry about. They all have their families to focus on. It was decided that I stay with the eldest sister. Even if I stayed with my eldest sister, all of them felt responsible to take care of me, I was the baby. They would all make sure I get to eat breakfast in the morning before school, that I had clean uniforms and clean clothes to wear; they would make sure my allowance was enough. It was fun and it still makes me smile every time I remember it. They are important to me the way I am important to them. They complete me. Whatever accomplishment I have, I owe it all to them. I love my family. Now, that I have a family of my own, I tell my two daughters how important family is. When all the worlds turn against you, you are always left with your family. Every day I tell my daughters that I love them and that I appreciate them.