When I was about 8 years old we lived in Dallas Texas, I lived in a small house that
resembled a castle and me and my older sister loved it. Everyday a family member would come
visit and stay with us and laugh with us and just spend time with us. I enjoyed having fun with
family yet I didn’t really want to spend time with them. Instead I wanted to have my own room
and play with my Barbie dolls in it. I wanted to play on our Nintendo in my room and wanted the
new game where I could dress up dolls. I wanted a new doll with new clothes and a kitchen for
my room. I wanted a computer so I could play Pac man on it. I wanted anything a child could
want, but what I didn’t want was more people in my house. I just wanted them all to say hi then
bye. I loved them but was tired of seeing them every day. When my birthday would come around
I admit that I wanted them to come. However I wanted them to come so that I could have more
and more toys. I wasn’t happy with what I had. I was, secretly, a brat. I cared about everyone yet
inside all I wanted was more and more things that I couldn’t have.
When I got a little older, most of my family had moved out of Texas, and soon it was our
turn. My dad is a food scientist and he likes to change his job once in a while. SO one day he
came and told us “Guess what guys we are going to… Wisconsin.” I didn’t want to move to
Wisconsin. I mean the name of the state gave me a reason not to go. I thought it would be a
weird place yet I was excited because I was finally getting my own room. When we got to
Wisconsin I started feeling lonely. I felt like crying for no reason, which was strange considering
now I had my own room, my own computer, and all the toys I wanted. Yet I wasn’t happy. I
couldn’t figure out why I was so unhappy. I felt so empty inside. My heart felt cold, empty, and
lonely. I had never felt so alone. However the next year, during my birthday, my grandparents
came to visit. My heart suddenly filled with excitement and I felt all warm and giggly inside. I
was finally happy and that’s when I realized that the reason I was feeling so terrible before was
because I was living in a big house with only 4 people and I needed the house to be full of people
that I loved and cared for. I needed my family. My family was what kept me going as a child.
They care for me and love me for whom I am. That is why I believe what we truly want in life is
family. So, in the words of the famous Dr. Seuss.“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.
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