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- My family
My family consists of four people: my mom and dad, me and my older brother. Like any family, ours has its own traditions and characteristics. We respect each other, we are always ready to listen and lend a shoulder.
My dad is a construction worker. Every day he comes home after work tired and he is very happy to see that they were eagerly waiting for him at home, having prepared dinner and set the table. My dad is a strict man in appearance, but at heart he is soft, like many of us. He wants the best for my brother and me and wants us to grow up to be courageous and strong people following his example.
Our mother works as a primary school teacher. She is a very kind, cheerful and open person. She loves her job, but tries not to forget about her family. Therefore, on weekends, mom bakes pies, makes various sweet pastries and pampers us. My brother and I try to help our mother in everything, because we know that women are the weaker sex who need support.
In turn, our parents raise my brother and me not in severity, but in understanding. For mischief at school or bad grades, dad doesn’t meet us with a belt in his hands right on the doorstep. In our family, it is customary to talk with each other, we discuss our problem in order to understand why it happened this way and not otherwise.
I really love spending all my free time with my older brother. I'm always interested in listening to his life stories and taking notes for myself. In the summer, my brother and dad go to the countryside for fishing, and upon returning home, my mother cooks fish soup or bakes her “signature” fish pie. Closer to autumn, we like to go to the forest for a walk and pick mushrooms. Our family is very friendly, so if someone has collected more mushrooms, he will definitely share it with someone who did not succeed.
In my opinion, the most important thing in life is to be able to find time for people near and dear to your heart. And also understand that there is nothing more important than family.
Having a family, in my opinion, is very important for every person. Family is our support, support and confidence in the future. Without a family, a person would be lonely: there is no one to share joy or sadness with, no one to ask for advice or help in difficult times. After all, only people close to us are able to understand us better than anyone else.
Option 2
My name is Ruslan, and I would like to tell you about my family. It is neither big nor small for me.
My mother's name is Irina. She works as a manager at a tourism agency. Her duty is to advise people where they should go on holiday, according to their preferences. She also sells clients trips to different countries. Mom chose this job because she herself loves to travel. You can say that this is her hobby.
My dad's name is Alexey. He is an administrator at a restaurant in our city. Usually he can be at work until late, since his position is very responsible, but he always finds time to be with his family. Especially on weekends, because he has a rule: no thoughts about work during non-working hours.
I also have a younger brother and sister. My brother's name is Roman, he is in third grade. He loves to draw and dreams of being an artist. For his last birthday he was given a professional set of paints, a small sketchbook and an album. He was very happy about this. My sister's name is Anna. But we just call her Anya. She doesn't go to school yet, she's only three years old. But she already goes to kindergarten, she really loves going there. But not in the mornings when you have to get up early.
Almost every weekend we have a picnic in the park or in nature. We take delicious food with us: sandwiches, fruit, tea in a thermos if anyone wants to drink something hot, and Coca-Cola if anyone wants to cool down. At the picnic we play volleyball or badminton.
I also forgot to tell you about our pet. This is a dog named Frank. He's a husky. Like many dogs of his breed, he barks little. He is very friendly and can be kept outside without a leash or muzzle.
When our parents have a vacation, we go to some country. We have already traveled to Switzerland, to ski, to Egypt, to look at the pyramids. But most of all I liked the last trip. We were in Tokyo, Japan. There I was amazed by the combination of new technologies and old traditions, and of course, we tried national Japanese food.
In our family, we try to do everything together: we solve problems, enjoy entertainment.
I love my family very much!
A tale about our family (for kindergarten)
Damn, as they say, the eyes are afraid, the hands do the writing!
In kindergarten, the theme of the week is “Me and my family”, you need to write a fairy tale about the family, draw a family tree, family coat of arms, etc.
The coat of arms of the family, I remember, I already drew, only the girls were born, I was excited about having three children at once (Sasha was 3 years old at that time), I wouldn’t mind forgetting about this coat of arms, but I spent half the night drawing and decorating it by hand (here responsible is my nature))))
I decided not to do it this year, I will rivet the tree (I already bought whatman paper, I wanted to crochet leaves for the tree for the surroundings, but for some reason I changed my mind) I recently had a creative impulse, and therefore two garlands of cut out butterflies appeared on the walls and beautiful autumn leaves (I downloaded the templates from a cool group on VKontakte, there are a lot of ideas for holiday decorations), so I’ll make them from them.
And I’ve already written a fairy tale about a family! Yes, primitive, but still.
Here you are!
A TALE ABOUT THE FAMILY (BRAITSEVS)
Not far off, not beyond the forests, in a certain Ural village, there lived a simple girl, smart, intelligent Katya. So she grew up and went to a distant, big city. Various princes began wooing her, but they were not all in love with the girl! The girl was about to wilt completely, but then one sunny day she met a tall, stately prince of Nizhny Novgorod blood, and fell in love with him so much with all her heart that she could neither say it in a fairy tale nor describe it with a pen. That prince's name was Oleg.
But that prince was bewitched by an evil witch and did not respond in any way to the love of the red maiden. The girl was in despair, but then a blue-winged bird flew up to her, and in her beak she brought a magic apple. The girl gave this apple to the prince, he ate it, then a breeze blew in, and the evil witchcraft flew away along with the dust of the road!
Then they fell in love with each other with all their hearts, began to live and live, and have children! Their first-born was a pretty little boy, Sasha, he was restless in infancy, he cried and cried as much as he could, so that his father still remembers with a shudder how he rocked the heavy little boy to sleep!!!
Then my parents and Sasha had to move from the big city to a small principality (the capital city of Kartaly), my father had to rise up at the head of the railway army!
And soon the parents wanted to give birth to a blond girl, so that Sasha would not be bored, so that he would not indulge too much in his loneliness. No sooner said than done! Yes, it was done in such a way that their parents got two blond girls at once. The parents were happy! They named them Sonya and Anya. Yes, it was not so joyful at first, it was hard for them the first year, they don’t even remember themselves at that time, they were spinning and spinning without helpers!
But now children live to the delight of their parents, they dote on each other, although they sometimes have disagreements, fights and misunderstandings.
Children and their parents love to go to the forest together, walk there, throw pine cones, barbecue, and then return home rosy-cheeked and treat themselves to sugar buns. The kids also love to go fishing, catch fish and have fun.
The whole friendly family also honors their grandparents with frequent visits to the village for dumplings and pies, where the children are allowed to do everything and indulge in unlimited quantities of various sweets, which they are incredibly happy about.
And in the family there is everyone’s favorite handsome cat Vaska, young and mischievous, but allowing the girl Anya to carry him, and the dog Chapa, who occasionally barks at guests!
Children love to go to kindergarten, play different games there, sing songs, dance and develop, communicate with friends, which they themselves and especially their parents are incredibly happy about!
That's the end of the fairy tale, and whoever listened - well done!
Essay on the topic My family
I have a big family - grandmother, mother, father, me and my two sisters. You probably noticed that I named my grandmother first on this family list? Do you know why? Because she is the most important in our family!
And not only because she is the oldest, but because the whole house rests on her, because the warmth and comfort of our home is her doing. Granny's cooking is so finger-licking! There is no and cannot be tastier than her borscht and cutlets in the whole wide world. And the compote prepared by my grandmother is tastier than any store-bought juice. You probably think that I just really love to eat and because of this I praise my granny so much? Not at all, not only because of this. Also because she never grumbles. She is very cheerful with us. For example, it was my grandmother who taught me how to properly play games such as “Cossacks-robbers”, “bouncer” and even “langa”. She also knows many interesting stories. Not only I, but our whole family loves listening to them.
Our house is always clean and cozy. Just don’t think that we blamed all our worries and troubles on grandma. We help her with everything. The sisters clean the house. I go to the store, take out the trash, and do whatever my grandma tells me to do. When grandma is resting, we don’t make any noise or bother her with any trifles. And also, grandma always finds different kind words for everyone.
My parents are also very good. Mom and dad never quarrel. They work very hard. And I’m sorry that I don’t see them as often as I would like. Of course, even though they come late, they always find time to talk to us, ask about things at school, check lessons and tickle their sisters, because tickling makes them laugh so joyfully that we all start laughing with them. Dad says that our laughter takes away all the fatigue from him. Our mother is beautiful and affectionate. And not strict at all. Mom has a very beautiful voice and we love when dad plays the guitar and mom sings. And my sisters have funny laughs. They never whine, they don’t nurse. And for this I love them very much. Sometimes I take them with me to play, my friends don’t mind at all, because they know that my sisters are cool.
Weekends are always like a holiday for us! Because we all get together and we are never bored. In winter there is a skating rink and snow slides, in summer there is a park, a river and many other interesting things.
I think that the happiness of our family lies in the fact that we have each other, that we decide everything together and know how, and most importantly, we want to constantly please each other.
Stories for children on the topic “My Family”
Stories for children of senior preschool age
"Family"
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Grandma is resting
Little Galinka came home from school. She opened the door and wanted to say something cheerfully to her mother. But mom threatened Galinka with her finger and whispered:
- Quiet, Galinka, grandma is resting. I didn’t sleep the whole night, my heart hurt.
Galinka quietly walked up to the table and put down her briefcase. I had lunch and sat down to study homework. He reads the book quietly, to himself, so as not to wake up his grandmother.
The door opened and Olya, Galinka’s friend, came. She said loudly:
- Galinka, listen...
Galinka shook her finger at her, like a mother, and whispered:
- Quiet, Olya, grandma is resting. She didn’t sleep the whole night, her heart ached.
The girls sat down at the table and looked at the drawings.
And two tears rolled out from grandma’s closed eyes.
When the grandmother stood up, Galinka asked:
- Grandma, why did you cry in your sleep?
Grandmother smiled and kissed Galinka. Joy shone in her eyes.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
All good people are one family
In the second grade there was a drawing lesson. The children drew a swallow.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door. The teacher opened the door and saw a tear-stained woman - the mother of little white-braided, blue-eyed Natasha.
“I ask you,” the mother turned to the teacher, “to let Natasha go.” Grandmother died.
The teacher walked up to the table and said quietly:
- Children, great grief has come. Natasha's grandmother died. Natasha turned pale. Her eyes filled with tears. She leaned on her desk and cried quietly.
- Go home, Natasha. Mom came for you.
– While the girl was getting ready to go home, the teacher said:
“We won’t have lessons today either.” After all, there is great grief in our family.
– This is in Natasha’s family? – asked Kolya.
“No, in our human family,” the teacher explained. - All good people are one family. And if someone in our family died, we were orphaned.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Seventh daughter
Mother had seven daughters. One day a mother went to visit her son, but the son lived far, far away. Mother returned home a month later.
When she entered the hut, the daughters, one after another, began to say how much they missed their Mother.
“I missed you like a poppy misses a ray of sunshine,” said the first daughter.
“I was waiting for you, like dry earth waiting for a drop of water,” said the second daughter.
“I cried for you like a little chick cries for a bird...” cooed the third daughter.
“It was difficult for me without you, like a bee without a flower,” said the fourth daughter, caressing her mother and looking into her eyes.
“I dreamed of you like a rose dreams of a drop of dew,” chirped the fifth daughter.
“I looked out for you like a nightingale looks out for a cherry orchard,” whispered the sixth daughter.
But the seventh daughter said nothing, although she had a lot to say. She took off Mother’s shoes and brought her water in a large basin to wash her feet.
Boris Ganagov
They forgot...
Family, homeland, relatives, darling... Alas, for some these words are an empty phrase. Seryozha lived with his parents, but were they really father and mother? They only thought about drinking. While getting drunk, the father became furious and beat his baby. The boy ran away from home and spent the night in the park in the summer and in doorways in the winter.
Having drunk everything, the parents sold the apartment, forgetting that they were father and mother. And they left somewhere without remembering their son.
Seryozha found himself alone, without a home, and he was only five years old. He looked for food in trash cans, sometimes starving for days.
Somehow he became friends with the same homeless boy. It was better together. One day they settled down for the night in an old car in a junkyard and fell asleep. What did they dream about? Maybe a house, a plate of porridge with delicious steam coming from it, or a mother, a still sober mother, singing a lullaby?
Seryozha woke up from acrid smoke - the car was burning. The door was jammed, the fire was already burning my face and hands. Sergei pushed the door with all his might, jumped out, tried to pull his friend out, but the car exploded. The shock wave threw him aside. He lost consciousness; Having come to his senses and seeing his burnt face, he decided to go out only at night in search of food. The baby suffered from severe burns. It seemed to him that he was forgotten and abandoned by everyone.
One day - O inscrutable ways of the Lord! - Journalists found him in a landfill. Worried about the fate of homeless children, they talked about the boy on television.
The very next day, a man calling himself Nikolai called the studio. He said that he wants to find Seryozha and adopt him. Soon Nikolai took the boy to his village. Kind people collected money for the operation. Now the burns are no longer visible. Mental burns also heal. Serezha studies at school. He is the happiest man in the world - he has a home, he has a father.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
The Tale of the Goose
On a hot summer day, a goose took her little yellow geese for a walk. She showed the children the big world. This world was green and joyful - a huge meadow spread out in front of the goslings. The goose taught the children to pluck the tender stems of young grass. The stems were sweet, the sun was warm and gentle, the grass was soft, the world was green and singing with many voices of bugs, butterflies, and moths. The goslings were happy.
Suddenly dark clouds appeared and the first drops of rain fell to the ground. And then large hailstones, like sparrow eggs, began to fall. The goslings ran to their mother, she raised her wings and covered her children with them. It was warm and cozy under the wings, the goslings heard as if from somewhere far away came the roar of thunder, the howl of the wind and the sound of hailstones. They even began to have fun: something terrible was happening behind their mother’s wings, and they were warm and comfortable.
Then everything calmed down. The goslings wanted to quickly go to the green meadow, but the mother did not raise her wings. The goslings squealed demandingly: let us out, mom.
The mother quietly raised her wings. The goslings ran out onto the grass. They saw that the mother’s wings were wounded and many feathers were torn out. The mother was breathing heavily. But the world around was so joyful, the sun shone so brightly and tenderly, the bugs, bees, and bumblebees sang so beautifully that for some reason it never occurred to the goslings to ask: “Mom, what’s wrong with you?” And when one, the smallest and weakest gosling came up to his mother and asked: “Why are your wings wounded?” - She answered quietly: “Everything is fine, my son.”
The yellow goslings scattered on the grass, and the mother was happy.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
The Legend of Mother's Love
The mother had an only son. He married a girl of amazing beauty. But the girl’s heart was black and unkind.
The son brought his young wife into the house. The daughter-in-law did not like the mother-in-law and told her husband: “Let the mother not come into the hut, let her live in the entryway.”
The son settled his mother in the entryway and forbade her to enter the hut... But even this was not enough for the daughter-in-law. She says to her husband: “So that even the spirit of the mother does not smell in the house.”
The son moved his mother into the barn. Only at night did the mother come out for air. One evening a young beauty was resting under a blooming apple tree and saw her mother come out of the barn.
The wife became furious and ran to her husband: “If you want me to live with you, kill my mother, take the heart out of her chest and bring it to me.” The filial heart did not tremble; he was bewitched by the unprecedented beauty of his wife. He says to his mother: “Come on, mom, let’s swim in the river.” They go to the river along a rocky bank. The mother tripped over a stone. The son got angry: “Look at your feet. So we will go to the river until evening.”
They came, undressed, and swam. The son killed his mother, took the heart out of her chest, put it on a maple leaf, and carried it. A mother's heart trembles.
The son tripped over a stone, fell, hit himself, the hot mother’s heart fell on a sharp cliff, bled, started and whispered: “Son, didn’t you hurt your knee? Sit down, rest, rub the bruised area with your palm.”
The son began to sob, grabbed his mother’s heart in his palms, pressed it to his chest, returned to the river, put the heart into his torn chest, and poured it with hot tears. He realized that no one loved and could love him as devotedly and unselfishly as his own mother.
So enormous was the mother's love, so deep and ever strong was the desire of the mother's heart to see her son happy, that the heart came to life, the torn chest closed, the mother stood up and pressed her son's head to her chest. After this, the son could not return to his wife; she became hateful to him. The mother did not return home either. The two of them walked across the steppes and became two mounds. Every morning the rising sun illuminates the tops of the mounds with its first rays...
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
I won't do it anymore
In the spring, fifth-graders helped collective farmers plant watermelons and melons. The work was supervised by two old men - grandfather Dmitry and grandfather Dementy. Both of them were gray-haired, both had wrinkled faces. They seemed the same age to the children. None of the children knew that grandfather Dementy was the father of grandfather Dmitry, one of them was ninety years old, and the other was over seventy.
And so it seemed to grandfather Dementiy that his son had incorrectly prepared the watermelon seeds for planting. The surprised children heard grandfather Dementy begin to teach grandfather Dmitry:
- How slow you are, son, how slow-witted... I’ve been teaching you for ages and I can’t teach you. Watermelon seeds need to be kept warm, but what did you do? They are cold... They will sit motionless in the ground for a week...
Grandfather Dmitry stood in front of grandfather Dementy, like a seven-year-old boy: straight, shifting from foot to foot, bowing his head... and whispered respectfully:
- Tattoo, this won’t happen again, sorry, tattoo...
The children thought. Each of them remembered their father.
Essay for 5th grade
Everyone in the world has a family. These are the closest and dearest people we have. In difficult times, they will support you and help you with sincere advice. They will rejoice at your victories and worry with you about your failures. For me, well-being within a family, by which I mean not only good financial condition, but also thriving relationships between its members, the atmosphere within it, is one of the most important components of life and, in general, one of the reasons why living is worth living.
Mom, dad, grandmother, brother and I - that’s my whole family. We may not have a dozen relatives, but we get along well with each other. Quarrels and insults in our home are quickly forgotten, giving way to a smile and care. It so happened that both mother and father spend a lot of time at work, trying to provide us with better living conditions, to preserve in my brother’s and my memory the memories of a happy childhood, my brother himself is older than me and is already studying at the university, leaving in the morning as well and returning in the evening. Therefore, often at home, after returning from school, I am alone, and I am very happy in those moments when we have the opportunity to get together for all of us. Mom and grandma cook something delicious, and we eat a delicious dinner and discuss how our business is going, what’s new at work or school. We share interesting stories and just enjoy good company.
Each of us has our own hobby, some interesting hobby. So, my mother devotes part of her free time to caring for house plants and all kinds of flowers: watering them and fertilizing them. In her youth, my grandmother worked as a cook in a kindergarten. She cooks very well and can always determine how much ingredients are needed for a particular dish. My brother is a former athlete. He trained in the hand-to-hand combat section and won many competitions at the regional and city levels. Now, as a student, he cannot devote so much time to sports, but nevertheless he always monitors his physical fitness, working out in the gym and on the street. My father played in a school ensemble in his youth, and his love for music, especially playing the guitar, was “passed on” to me. Often he and I perform a variety of songs: he sings old ones from the nineties, and I sing more modern and popular ones now.
I love my family very much and value them. Without these people, my life would be millions of times more difficult and boring, and I wish that every person on earth would value their loved ones, give them joy and at the same time be happy with them.
Option #5
Family is one of the main values of a person, something that he should protect and respect. Of course, there are bad families, but if a person is lucky and all his relatives are good people, then he should be proud of them.
I love my family very much, because we are very united and friendly, and besides, each of us has our own role. For example, my mother loves to make the house cozy and cook, so she devotes herself completely to these activities. She cooks very tasty, and after she cleans the room, a fairy tale reigns. Dad loves to go fishing and woodburning. On weekends he brings a lot of fish for dinner, and on holidays he gives us beautiful things made of wood. My sister loves animals, she takes care of our cat: she feeds her, changes her litter tray. I love helping my parents, so I wash the dishes every day and the floors every two days.
Of course, family is not only those people who live with you under the same roof, it is everyone you love and always look forward to visiting. My aunt, uncle and cousin. When they come to us, the fun begins: my sister and I always play, read and run, and my uncle, aunt and my parents sit at the table, drink tea and talk.
Since mom and dad work, we can only have fun on weekends. On Saturday the whole family goes to zoos or museums. If it’s winter outside, we take ice skates, skates or skis and go for a ride, and if it’s summer, we play badminton or football. My dad is a football player, so he always teaches my sister and me something new. Every evening we all sit together in the hall and talk about life: about our adventures, plans for the future, just fantasies and dreams. At such moments, even adult mom and dad become romantics who share their innermost desires to meet a fairy or see a unicorn.
Every year, on Family Day, we go camping, light a fire there and enjoy the time spent with each other. I look forward to this night every year.
I like to see how dad loves mom, he looks at her like a young boy in love, and mom always answers him with a tender look. They love my sister and me very much, they say that they don’t know how they lived without us. Perhaps this is love. Perhaps this is a real family. I dream that when I grow up, I will get married and will also look lovingly at my wife and my children.
A story about my family
There are four people in our family: dad, mom, brother and me.
My dad works at NNHK as an instrumentation and automation mechanic; he repairs computers. Mom works as a laboratory engineer at a factory that produces panels for residential buildings. My brother is in fourth grade. His name is Maxim.
And my name is Polina. Translated from Latin it means “small”. When I went to kindergarten, I dreamed of growing up and going to school as quickly as possible. Although I liked it in kindergarten. I especially loved choreography and choir classes.
And here I am at school! I'm only six years old. When I first came to school, I thought that I could get lost in it - it was so huge! Now I'm already in third grade. My favorite subjects are mathematics and literary reading. I am a good student and want to become an excellent student. I need to learn a lot because when I grow up I want to become a teacher.
We have a very close-knit family.
In winter we like to ski, and in summer we like to relax with our grandmother in the village. There we pick strawberries and currants and go swimming in the river.
When a circus comes to our city, the whole family goes to watch the performance.
That's what a wonderful family I have!
Zakharova Polina
My friendly family.
My family is mom, dad, sister and me. Mom's name is Alena, and dad's name is Sergei. They work as entrepreneurs. Older sister Rita is in school, in the tenth grade. I study at the same school, only in third grade.
In our free time, my dad and I like to play chess, and my mom and I like to assemble jigsaw puzzles. I also like to read books. Once a week our whole family goes to the Ice Palace to skate. Sometimes in the evening we go bowling. In winter we go skiing, and in summer we go out into nature to swim and sunbathe. We spend our free time very interestingly. We have a very close-knit family.
Matyushina Anastasia
A walk with the family.
We have a friendly family: mom, dad, brother Kostya and me. On weekends in the summer we go out into nature to get some fresh air. There we walk through beautiful places, fish on the Kama River, and play tennis in a clearing in the forest. Sometimes the whole family goes to the motor town, where Kostya and I ride bicycles.
In winter we go to admire the winter forest. In the forest it’s white – white and so quiet! And in winter it’s also my birthday. On this day we go to McDonald's and have fun. I love my family very much!
Semenova Anastasia
A letter about my family.
There are many families. My family is the best. Our family has dad, mom, brother and me.
My dad works as a lawyer, my mother is a nurse, and my brother and I go to school. My brother is in the eighth grade, and I am in the third. We are a friendly family and never quarrel.
On weekends we go to the village to visit our grandmother. There, the whole family goes to the forest to pick mushrooms and go fishing. We do everything together, we help each other.
My dad is very strong and hardworking, he is also smart. My mother is kind, affectionate, and cooks delicious food. And my brother does freestyle wrestling. He took second place and was awarded a certificate. And I’m the smallest in the family, and everyone loves me.
My family is the best and happiest!
Nurgalieva Dilyara
For 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 grades
The most precious thing we have is our family. She may be far from ideal, because she is not chosen, but still be our most valuable treasure.
So, parts of my treasure were mom and dad, as well as little Martin, our hamster. But recently our family has added one more person - my younger brother Simon. I always approach him with amazement and wild interest and we play for several hours, not noticing the time.
My mother works as a teacher, she loves children very much. The class is always crazy about her. Mom knows how to lure children into even the most boring lesson, she can joke and laugh with everyone, but at the same time she always keeps discipline under control. Looking at her, I can get along with Simon without any problems and understand without words why he is capricious.
Dad works as a builder and constructs huge buildings that take your breath away. I once visited him at a construction site. Then they put on a protective helmet and vest for my safety. I asked to go to the very top of the building and then I froze in amazement when I saw the beautiful view of our city from above. When I grow up, I want to be like my dad. He always supports us and protects us from problems, and also pampers us with treats, although his mother sometimes forbids him to do this.
From birth, Simon was restless and required constant supervision, and I helped my mother with this. Once he almost squeezed Martin in his hands when he wanted to play with him. It's good that I saw it in time. Now he has grown a little and it has become much more interesting for me to spend time with him playing with cars and construction sets.
A word about Martin, he appeared with us shortly before Simon. You should see how he runs around the house in a special ball for hamsters, sometimes we don’t have time to keep an eye on him. When he sleeps, he looks like a little fluffy ball.
Our family has an unspoken rule - we spend every Sunday together. This could be a walk somewhere around the city, or vice versa - outside the city, it could be a trip to the cinema together, or home gatherings with treats and board games. Also, the support of each family member in difficult times is obvious. Together we experience moments of joy and sadness for each of us.
But things are not always so rosy. Sometimes quarrels run between us, which are resolved only by good and sincere conversations, and then by the strongest hugs.
During this time, we learned not only to resolve conflicts, but also became closer to each other. We can talk about anything and will always stand up for each other. After all, family is the most expensive treasure that cannot be bought for any money in the world.
About family
Family is the most important part of my life. Only in my family, at home, do I feel safe, I feel that I can trust all my secrets to close people and not worry about being judged. I think that trust and mutual understanding are the basis of any relationship, but in a family these qualities should always come first.
My family is very big. Mom, Dad, grandma, grandpa, older brother, sister and me. We are all friendly and rarely quarrel. I like to argue with my sister because she often thinks that she is smarter than me, but she is not. Mom scolds us for this, so we try not to upset her. My older brother recently joined the army. He sends us letters every month and calls us whenever possible. I miss him a lot. I hope when he returns we will spend more time together. My grandmother is the kindest woman in the world. She loves to sit on a bench near the house in the evenings; all the neighborhood children love her because she always treats them to candy. Grandpa likes to watch different competitions on TV. He used to be an athlete - he was involved in weightlifting. My parents work a lot, so we spend little time together on weekdays. Dad works as a mechanic, and mom is an accountant. But on weekends we often play board games together or go for a walk in the park.
There are traditions in our family. And I think that's very cool. Because this way we have a reason to get together as a family. For example, one of the traditions: before every New Year, we decorate a live Christmas tree together, which we also choose together at the market. I love this ritual because at such moments we fool around, laugh, and communicate a lot.
I like that our family has family council every evening. We get together for dinner and talk about our day. It’s not customary for us to hide anything from each other, so even if I get a bad grade, I talk about it at the council. They don't scold me. Parents believe that they need to help their child cope with difficulties, guide and advise. Therefore, we discuss together why I received a bad grade and how it can be corrected.
My family is the most precious thing I have. I would never want to have other parents or brothers and sisters. My parents are an example for me in everything. I would really like to build the same relationships in my family in the future, because only thanks to the support of all family members I feel confident, not afraid to make mistakes and ready for any difficulties in life. I know that my family will always help me not only with the right advice, but also with deeds.
