How can I relate to my family?

I learned to accept my life (my family is very important), I think it is equally important I need to first decide several priorities There is. happy

I love my grandmother, but each time I enter my house, she tells me that Mr. Obama is the worst president ever, and I almost let my shit I lost.

I can not accept it. I said repeatedly that they did not want to talk about politics to them, but they ignored them and said these things to me. I will not tell them anything that they have wasted decades of livelihood to practice the systematic religion that attracts money. What about me?

Therefore, I will downgrade their interactions to full necessities. I did not spend time with them. They are not my people, they know

I do not regret the serious restriction on our contact. If I did not, I would waste my life. I belong to other places and I always have this feeling

Money is important to me but it is not as important as value, and my parents and family do not seem to understand that value and integrity are the first (I think the father knows this) But he is surrounded by his family). Please tell me more)

My other grandmother (who can no longer speak a coherent idea of ​​more than 5 minutes) likes Obama. She is suffering from extreme dementia. I regret not being with her any longer. She seems to be my people. Her family came from Palermo, Sicily, and they looked like me in a picture of the Second World War. I look like them. I feel like they are

I miss them. They are all dying in the 90's. My people left this place and I stayed. I hope you can play with them when you are young. I always knew that these free Italians were part of me.

My uncle, Peter, often talks to me at a family gathering, and his eyes are shining. I feel that he knows what is trapped in this suburban family.

I envy my friends for their strong community and family consciousness. I am keen to bake cookies with white hair ladies that are related to me. I would like to sing Christmas carol with my cousin and my cousin. I would like to accept a big dinner on Sunday to talk to fried chicken and mashed potatoes by the whole family. I want to be like them, I am trying to cultivate my family relationship within my family. No one wants them to be handed down to future generations trying to create a holiday tradition. I tried to reach out to some of the families I met in the Midwest - the family my father abandoned. I took pictures of my relatives, sometimes they are framed, I'd like to see sitting on the table where they are hanging on the wall.

After my mother died in 2014, I was released. In what can only be called accidentality, I have the opportunity to solve the uncertainty of my ethnic heritage. PBS's "Genealogy Roadshow" is looking for a family mystery about New Orleans. I appeared in the show in January 2015. Three days later my mother's family found me. My "new" Frederick family welcomed me with generosity and love without judging my mother nor refusing me. A welcoming family gathered in New Orleans, I met my new uncle, two aunts and one cousin group. Each of our skin is from the darkest ebony to the most white white and all the tones between them. Suddenly, I became a member of a multinational family.

When I was a child, I thought that my mother was bright and medium brown. Her family is from Creole, New Orleans, and almost everyone is fair. I have blue eyes on New Orleans' uncle. My mother talked about what I was calling yellow as a child and was told that I thought he was better than the other children. My grandmother, the color of my skin talks to my mother the opposite story. My grandmother is brown, a person who is laughing because the skin is dark.

This article is related to my project. Because of my grandmother 's growth and child - rearing, my family has never become a family of stereotypes living abroad. When my grandmother moved her family for the first time to Europe, they refused to live in the United States, lived in a local village and completely immersed the children in the local community. They do not want any separation between their families and local people. From their first overseas experience to their last experience, this idea is always very common, they never have to worry about becoming ugly aliens.