Well folks, this is my family. They have been there all my life, the ones who are older, at least. This is going to be difficult to name all of them, since there isn’t any organization. Apparently I am the one all the way to the left, with my mom and dad. My dad, John, is the tallest man in the red polo. My mom, Deb, is in the black shirt, standing with me. The older lady in the pink sweater is my Aunt Denise, standing next to my little niece, Eyona. She’s a goof-ball, if you haven’t noticed… The man in the white t-shirt behind my Aunt, is my Uncle Mike. Standing next to Uncle Mike is my brother, Noah. The lady in the red t-shirt, standing in front of my brother, is my cousin Michelle. In front of her is her son, also my cousin, Michael. Now, last but not least, the two young women sitting at the bottom of the picture. The girl on the left is my cousin, another child of Michelle’s, Shana. Sitting next to her is my sister Alexis.
I really am thankful to have such a wonderful and loving family. Each year we try to get together for Christmas or Thanksgiving. No one is ever left out of anything, and is always welcome. My cousins are wonderful, they are so much fun and the closest family I have that are not in my immediate family. I have lived with my niece at times, and I have babysat her for most of her little life. She is like a little sister to me; annoying, bratty, and stubborn. Oh well, I love her to death, though. 
My Aunt and Uncle are also good people. I am not very close to them, however. We see each other on family gatherings, and that’s about it. They are generous and sweet people, when I do see them. As for my brother, a little of him goes a long way. He can be very sweet and kind but if you tell him that, he will deny every bit of it. I love him to death, but he can be a story-teller sometimes. Well… Most of the time. As for my sister, she has gone through rough times and I have seen her broken and hurt, and I feel for her. Getting knocked up at a young age is not easy. Especially when you are single and work at low-wage jobs. She has started to turn things around, and is starting to settle with someone. Another baby of hers is on the way, and I will help her take care of him whenever she needs me to. I lay at her command, until I am in college, anyway. She has always been there for me, and has taught me good lessons, so I will always be there to return the favor. Lastly; my parents. Since they are the only parents I have ever had, I cannot really say… But in my opinion, they are the greatest parents in the world. They have put up with my juvenile crap, my emotionally hard times, and my rebelliousness. I have received wise advice from both of them, and I am just now starting to think about it and use it. There have been no rough times (knock-on-wood), in a while, and I am proud of myself for that. I used to do rebellious things, and they will still love me for what I do. That doesn’t mean they won’t be disappointed. Anyway, I have been ‘growing up’ I guess you can say, and I am starting to appreciate their suggestions. If I seem short with them at times, it’s most-likely nothing personal, and I am probably just in a crabby mood.
That’s about it for my family. I hope you enjoyed this read, because I enjoyed writing it.
/Lindsey/
