The “Six” Pack

 

Family is a great thing to have. They give you comfort when you need it; A shoulder to cry on, and even a slap on the wrist to  make that you stay on track. I love my family. They are the backbone of our previous generations, and keep us close. Our elders are treated with a great of respect. When they organize family events, it’s mandatory for all my grandmothers’ children to attend all 11 of them. It’s plenty of people when you add uncles, aunts, cousins, grand and great grandmothers, nieces and nephews. Since we can’t see everyone as much as we like we have yearly family reunions that grows bigger and bigger each year. Last year I think count came close to 100, but everyone can be identified by every one.

 Our branch of the family tree represents my mother; all of her six children have a trait or quality that reflects her. My oldest brother, 43, has her charming wit. My oldest sister, 42, has her strategic motions. My other sister, 40, has her kind heart and loving touch. My youngest brother, 39, has her soulfulness. My youngest sister, 31 has her determination. As for me, 21, it has been said that I have her attitude. (I don’t see it.)

Holidays are always the best. My favorite family holiday is thanksgiving. After the food, our family thanksgiving tradition is an ongoing event that rarely has the opportunity to be missed. Even though we all are so diverse, I just love my family and know that they have my best interest for me even if I can’t see it at all times. My mother always said that we couldn’t pick and choose our family so we had to love them all, despite who they were. Even today, we still may fuss and disagree, but they are my family and I wouldn’t want to trade them for the world.