My Fanily

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Submitted By anamelba
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Prof- Adams
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February 10, 2014 Meet my Family
My parents are two of the hardest working people I know. They are the ones that have given me everything from the 1st day I was born. From money to go out with friends to shelter, food, clothes, and health; they have always been there for me. There were ten of us at the time we were little including, my parents, seven siblings, and my grandmother. If I am at the hospital, laying in the bed sick, I know for a fact that they all be waiting for me, making sure everything turns out alright. They give up so much for me sometimes, and I couldn’t be more thankful for that.
My grandma and I go way back, too. She has gone through so much in her life, and for that she is so strong. I’ve been there with her through all of it: excitement, happiness, and sadness. Not only have I been there for her, but she has been there for me as well. Back in the day, after she picked me up from school she would always buy me either an ice cream or a cupcake. I love when she told me the story about how my parents met, and how she told my father if he was going to married my mother, he had to take her as well. And believed it or not, my father said yes. Having all these circumstances to take care of, my parents decided to have a big family. Both of my parents worked and the one who actually raised us was my grandmother. Poor thing if only she knew what she was signing herself into it. She has taught us about discipline, honesty and values, since our early childhood and to respect the elders and treat anyone the way you want to be treated. She would take us to the supermarket and to the mall to buy us supplies. Together we talked, laughed, and cried as we grew to have a really strong relationship. Even though she lives in Peru, I see her about once a year. I really enjoy spending some time with her.
I also have six…...

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