Family, what can I say, it’s everywhere. You can see life walking down a street or in your own home, like coming home to a few little dogs greeting you with unconditional love and lots of wet kisses, or maybe a stack of bills sitting on your table wondering how you’ll get ends met, whatever your condition is, you are not alone.
There is love somewhere, if you don’t have it, then it’s your fault and you need to go find it too. But if you are like me and live in a large family with four brothers and you the only girl, I think you can imagine how complex that can be. With all the drama from one day to another, its quite rare to live a day without some sort of wacky problem coming threw your front door, with my dad working a factory job for thirty years, my mom working a diner job. It definitely made things difficult, with a house payment, most of the time a truck payment, five kids that are asking and wanting for things, well most of the time we got whatever we wanted.
My mom always put our wants and needs before anything. Even if that means it had to make a bill late. Most important we were never spoiled. Growing up with four brothers is definitely an experience that I recommend for everyone because you see so much and you learn so much, it makes you know exactly what and who you want to be. Bobby now twenty-six is two years apart from Patrick now twenty-four. When these two were young, they were always together and never apart until they hit high school and went their separate ways. These two brothers were tormented and bullied by kids at school.
Regardless of the troubles and heartache between Bobby and Patrick, maybe one of these days they will see that their love and bond matters more than their past. Chris now twenty-one has always been the genius of the family. He’s currently in college to become a history teacher. When we were kids Chris mostly stayed to himself. We would go camping, horse back riding, or fishing but he never participated, but I guess its his loss, and not to mention his to be wife is a great person and she’s my best friend besides my mom. My youngest brother Zach now eleven is a good kid most of the time. Sometimes he can be pretty wacky, but of course he would be because like me he was a victim to my older brothers wrestling moves on the living room floor. Me, now eighteen, their really isn’t much to say, except that I love pickles and warm rainy days, and maybe that I dream too much, maybe wish for more peace and love in this hate filled world, but this article isn’t about me, its about my family. Even though our path in life has been bumpy along the way, its still been a great ride, and what could bring peace to anyone’s soul, is knowing the fact that its just the beginning.
