My family

When two persons are married, the man is called the husband, the woman becomes his wife. A family generally consists of a father, a mother and children – sons and daughters or both. The first born child is the eldest, the last born – the youngest. The children that are born together are called twins. There exist a civil or illegal forms of marriage or the marriages in a religious rite. Unfortunately I wasn’t at my parents wedding party but I saw their wedding-rings and I heard a lot about their wedding trips to St. Petersburg. Despite the divorce, my parents carry marriage rather seriously. They are both of the marriage sort. It was a love match, not a marriage of convenience.

Fortunately, I wasn’t adopted as an orphan by some family and the paternity of me isn’t unknown. Though my parents are divorced. They had been living together for fourteen years but then some circumstances made them part and live separately. I’m with my Mom now. I’m the only child in the family so you see my family is not quite a big one, not extended. There are three of us. But I forgot to mention one more member of our family. It’s our favorite cat Gracie. She is entirely black, with large green eyes and is very beautiful and funny like most pets. Thus we are just a typical household: Dad, Mom and me.

I have no elder or younger sisters or brothers but I’ve got some first and second cousins of course. I simultaneously play several parts in my life: I’m a daughter, a grandchild, a niece, a stepsister and a goddaughter at the same time. My Mummy is 37, she is a teacher of English at the Urals center for foreign languages. I have no idea if she is a born teacher but the students appreciate the way she delivers lectures. She is sure to have teaching abilities. My Dad is 42, he is an engineer and works for the power company. He is something in this enterprise. My parents are not big pots and they are neither place hunters nor job jumpers. They have full time jobs and my father is often commissioned to various towns and cities all over the country. At odd times my people are fond of reading books on history and fiction or go in for sports.

My grandparents are retired but some of them still work for the shortage of money. They have a part time job and they are on half-pay. The others like gardening and spend their time growing tomatoes, potatoes, onions, strawberries, raspberries. I dare say I love my family very much and, yes, that is quite natural. We always help each other and everyone in my family is my best friend.

One of the best thing about my house is privacy. If I disappear into my room for some peace, it’s guaranteed that no one will come after me wanting to know what I’m up to. Fortunately, I don’t share my room with little sisters or brothers, because I simply haven’t got them. I can just shut the door and keep everyone out. Everything is safe there. My little sisters will never go through all my stuff, muck about with my toiletries, and eat the sweets I keep in my room. If I want to keep anything secret, I do it with ease. I am not treated like an unpaid slave in the house, of course. I at times do the dishes, help with the ironing … I won’t object to this if everyone in the house does their fair share and that I am not the best at doing housework. No, I’m not the only one who does it!

Every night the whole family sit down to eat together round the table in the warm and cosy kitchen. It’s known that households of three or even four generations are typical at present. But that doesn’t suit me at all. I don’t find living in a multi-generation home quite normal because I like isolation somehow or other. Too much caring is annoying. Very often I really need of my relatives’ help or advice. But sometimes I want to do something without their permission. Then after my “unpardonable” act a terrible scandal begins continuing for a long, long, long time. Of course, it isn’t always, but it is. And now you are sitting and waiting when parents (or one of them) to finish at last. I know they want only the best for me, but I became adulterer and want to decide myself what to do and how to do it. Though if they say nothing at all I’ll feel disgusting because I want my parents to take an active part in my life. Let even they scold me at times. Nevertheless the family is splendid.