Personal Narrative-The Smith Family

My nose beckons me to wake up as the sweet aroma of buttered pancakes fills my bedroom. The slight crack in my door allows only the slightest bit of light to seep through, but is more than enough space for the scent to travel from the kitchen to my room. I know it must be Sunday because my mom never makes breakfast. Slowly I roll out of my bed, the hardwood floor creaking as my feet my make contact with it. Sunday means two things to me, breakfast and church. I check the clock and see the bright green numbers blink 8:00, meaning I’ve only got 30 minutes till church starts. Rushing to the shower I nearly trip up the stairs, knowing if I don’t hurry my brother Abe will take all the hot water. My family is a strange one, but it is the only one I have. And they are the people who have shaped me into the individual I have and will soon become.
Those six being my mom and dad, older sister, two younger brothers, and yours truly. We are a close group and always have eachothers back. Although fights are always going to occur, it brings a feeling of peace knowing that once the fight is over you are still family. The people in my family have one of the biggest influences in my life. They not only test my insanity on a daily basis, but give me the voice in the back of my mind to always do my best. Family is a unique thing because you can’t choose them, yet they end up being the perfect fit in your life. The skills and examples I’ve been given and blessed with through my family are what make me who I