Thursday, February 28, 2019

My Family by Chloe Maher

As far as families go, I think I have a pretty normal one. There’s me, my mom, dad, and my two little sisters, Hope and Erin and of course our pets. To truly, understand my family I have to go into detail about each person so...

My mom: My mom is a pretty relaxed parent. She has a tendency to go with the flow, and always tells me to do the same. But because of this, she has a tendency to not take anything very seriously. She immigrated to America when she was in elementary school from Mexico. Because of this, she’s bilingual, which I think is super cool. She grew up in Brooklyn and had an abnormal childhood and has some really interesting stories. She has a huge family, and knows someone who lives in practically every state. She’s extremely close with her family, including second and third cousins. I’ll often walk into the kitchen to see her chatting on the phone to some obscure relative in rapid fire spanish.

My dad: Between my parents, my dad is definitely the more level headed of the two. He works really hard to support his family as a businessman, which I’m so thankful for. My dad has amazing music taste and has a really strong appreciation for it. Despite his love for old rock music, he’s recently taken an interest in current bands, like The Wallows. He’s constantly strumming away on his guitar after a long day of work. It’s not a rare sight to see my dad singing and playing along to ‘80s rock music, especially in the morning. Because my dad has such a strong appreciation for music, my house is chock-full of instruments, especially guitars.

My younger sister, Hope: Hope’s three years younger than me and currently in sixth grade. Hope’s an aspiring artist. She’s constantly stealing my clothes, to my complete and total annoyance. But one in a while, I take things ftom her closet too. Just like me, Hope constantly has her nose in a book. It’s so strange to see her in middle school now, I can’t believe she’s growing up so fast. Though she gets on my nerves, I’m glad she’s always there to keep me company.

My youngest sister, Erin: Erin’s in fourth grade and she’s nine years old. She’s the baby of the family and she knows it. Erin’s constantly using this to her advantage to get out of chores. She has an extreme obsession with panera and is constantly begging my parents to take her there. She’s always tagging along with Hope to things and bugging her. Erin really looks up to Hope particularly, copying her every move. The two even dress similar!

My parents rarely, if ever, fight and if they do it’s over something absolutely ridiculous like whether or not they’re going into the city that weekend. Though, my sisters and I are always arguing, usually we get over whatever it is within the hour. All in all, I think we’re pretty happy as a family. I’m extremely grateful for them!

My dog, Phoebe, a super important part of our family


My youngest sister, Erin

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