I always took my family for granted until I spent a summer away from home. It was strange not to hear my brother and sister screaming and yelling or my mom’s constant nagging and lecturing. When I went to the grocery store, I actually missed having to keep a safe distance between me and my family. Something was definitely missing when I didn’t have to duck from flying food at the dinner table. Although it’s a pain, I can’t help but love my family more than anything in the world.
From teaching me how to ride a bike to raising me to be strong and independent, my family has taught me everything I know. They have taught me right from wrong and raised me by the teachings of Buddhism. My parents have always encouraged me to set my goals high and challenge myself to reach them. Although my parents can be demanding at times, I am thankful for it. Everything I have achieved could not have been done without my parents pushing me to succeed. I am nothing without my family, who is always there to catch me when I fall, as well as let me fall when I need to. Either way they are always there to help me to my feet. I believe in my family.
I truly need my family in my everyday life. I go to them when I need to scream, when I need to laugh, when I need to be understood, and mostly when I need to cry. No one knows me better than my family. My brother and sister are my best friends. I can tell them everything and anything. A bad day always seems slightly better when I end it with my family.
Then there is love. Love is the essential in every family. Family love is the strongest, greatest love because it is unconditional. My family will love me no matter what happens. They have done so for sixteen years despite all the mistakes I have made and all the wrong decisions I have chosen. If there is anything I believe in, it is without doubt my family. When I look at my family I see where I came from, who I am, and where I belong.
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