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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

BLOG 3: U Know My Family?


I LOVE MY FAMILY
            Everyone has a family, even if we’re blood-related or not. We can always call those people who we lean on in times of problems and those who were beside us all the time our family.  I am one of those lucky human beings to have my family beside me. They are always there to support me and they are one of my inspirations on why I should continue to work hard. I am forever thankful to God for giving me a very wonderful and big family. BD.
            I know I’m not a perfect person. Isn’t it obvious, because nobody’s perfect? LoL.XD Now, let me introduce and tell you my family. I can say that I have a simple family, but I don’t know if it’s the same in your eyes. I live in a small house here in Cavite with my grandmother and my uncle.  Every weekend, my mother comes home from work. And every month, my aunt comes home too, to visit us. Do you know my behavior? Well, I get along with my family well, especially during conversations, but I’m not that kind of an obedient daughter. There’s no day that I do not cry because of my family. We always argue and we talk so loud as if we’re yelling. Joke. No matter what, it’s not like that always, just sometimes. My mother and I don’t get along well too. I’m a stubborn one and I wanted to change it. I was always sorry for what I do. I always answer back when they are scolding me. I just can’t help myself but like I said, I’ll change that habit. They are the only one who’ll be there for me when the world ends, so I love them for understanding me always with my actions and behavior.
            No one knows me better than my family. Another fact that I’ll say is that I have a lot of differences in personality when I’m with them. It’s because they know my flaws and the wrong things I did. They are there for me at all times. Even though my grandfather whom I loved so much left this world already, I can still much more love given to me. By those caring words and advices given to me, I am more than grateful. What else could I say? I’m always saying the same things already. I can’t describe them anymore ‘cause they’re the reasons that I’m alive and I’ll continue to work harder for them so that they can be proud of me. I thank God for them.

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