I Am From My Family

It is difficult to say how one’s opinions, traditions, character, and principles form.  Most people say theirs were formed by their own free mind, or by certain experiences.  I, however, have come to the conclusion that I am a direct product of that motley crew that I love so dearly: my family.  

The other day I received an email from my godfather.  He told me that “it has been an honor and a privilege to watch [me] grow into the woman [I] have become”, and that if I ever need anything, “all [I] have to do is ask”.  To anyone else, this is just a nice email from a distant family member that they haven’t seen in years.  For me, however, this was at least the twentieth time, whether by phone, email, Facebook, or text, that someone has told me the same thing.    I grew up with family down the street, on the other side of town, across the nation, and in a completely different country all together, along with my friends, young and old, and especially those whom I consider the best.  

Although I always knew I had a large family that cared for me, it was not until now, as I begin questioning  my character and principles, that I realized how greatly my family has influenced my thoughts and actions, and how much support I have.  This may be cliché, but I am who I am because of my family, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.   

 

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