Everyone has a chance to be close to their family. Ever since I can remember my dad has always said “friends may come and go but you’ll always have your family.” I still roll my eyes whenever he says it, but deep down I know it’s true.
Since I was seven, my family has moved six times. That means I’ve had to make new friends six times, and when I did I would only know them for a year or so. Every time we moved I went through the same thing. I would try and stay in touch with my friends, but it never really lasted. My childhood best friend Lexi and I thought we would write each other letters and nothing would ever change between us. I can’t remember when we stopped talking but I did go to visit her. It had been around five years since I had moved and when I got there she was outside playing with some new friends she made. She didn’t even recognize me at first. It was sad being forgotten but I just moved on.
I can’t even remember my childhood friends last names, none of them. It wasn’t on purpose either. They were just replaced with new memories, because life continues. Even if I had stayed in El Paso, Safford, Avondale any one of the cities I lived in who knows if I’d still be friends with the people I’ve befriended. This doubt comes from the fact that people change, and I’ve witnessed this first hand. A friend that I knew for four years isn’t a part of my life anymore because we just grew apart with time. It is sad but I think less and less about our friendship and the little details escape my mind.
With every move, my family and I went through this whole process of packing up, moving, and starting new beginnings and they have always been there by my side. They are the ones who’ve gotten me through the changes, and I guess this made us closer. Now at the end of the day I know I can always fall back on them. My family’s ethnicity probably has a role in why we are so close. Hispanics tend to have these big, tight-knit families that grow up with the “you mess with me you mess with my whole family” mentality. An example of how protective my family is my dad, brothers, uncles, and I’m not kidding, even my grandpa says if I bring a guy home they are all going to grill him before I can go out with him. My family gets each other, like how my sister Citlaly and I know how to either annoy one another or laugh.
Some people don’t have direct blood family, but still have friends who are like family. So there is no excuse for not trying to be close to your family. Yes there are always snakes in the grass who don’t have your best interest at heart or who don’t really care about you, but there’s always someone somewhere that cares. I know I can always confide in my family and they’ll stick with me no matter what. So although friends may come and go you’ll always have your family and this, I believe.
Since I was seven, my family has moved six times. That means I’ve had to make new friends six times, and when I did I would only know them for a year or so. Every time we moved I went through the same thing. I would try and stay in touch with my friends, but it never really lasted. My childhood best friend Lexi and I thought we would write each other letters and nothing would ever change between us. I can’t remember when we stopped talking but I did go to visit her. It had been around five years since I had moved and when I got there she was outside playing with some new friends she made. She didn’t even recognize me at first. It was sad being forgotten but I just moved on.
I can’t even remember my childhood friends last names, none of them. It wasn’t on purpose either. They were just replaced with new memories, because life continues. Even if I had stayed in El Paso, Safford, Avondale any one of the cities I lived in who knows if I’d still be friends with the people I’ve befriended. This doubt comes from the fact that people change, and I’ve witnessed this first hand. A friend that I knew for four years isn’t a part of my life anymore because we just grew apart with time. It is sad but I think less and less about our friendship and the little details escape my mind.
With every move, my family and I went through this whole process of packing up, moving, and starting new beginnings and they have always been there by my side. They are the ones who’ve gotten me through the changes, and I guess this made us closer. Now at the end of the day I know I can always fall back on them. My family’s ethnicity probably has a role in why we are so close. Hispanics tend to have these big, tight-knit families that grow up with the “you mess with me you mess with my whole family” mentality. An example of how protective my family is my dad, brothers, uncles, and I’m not kidding, even my grandpa says if I bring a guy home they are all going to grill him before I can go out with him. My family gets each other, like how my sister Citlaly and I know how to either annoy one another or laugh.
Some people don’t have direct blood family, but still have friends who are like family. So there is no excuse for not trying to be close to your family. Yes there are always snakes in the grass who don’t have your best interest at heart or who don’t really care about you, but there’s always someone somewhere that cares. I know I can always confide in my family and they’ll stick with me no matter what. So although friends may come and go you’ll always have your family and this, I believe.