My Traditional Family

I would like to say that my family is like any typical family. But then again, everyone has their different interpretations of the word “typical”. I don’t think we start to realize how different our family is from someone else’s until we actually hear someone telling us about their family. When explaining my family to somebody I always feeling like I’m boring them because I’m saying the same things they’ve heard a thousand times. My parents divorced when I was little...I lived with my mom my entire life...We’ve been in the same house forever…My mom works a lot so I have to take care of most chores..and so on. However, there is one specific topic in which people always find so interesting about my family: the relationship I have with my brother.
My brother was born May 15,1991 at 10:22pm. Two years later, my mom became pregnant once again but sadly she had a miscarriage and lost the baby. Five years later however, she became pregnant with me and I was born August 12, 1996 at 10:22pm. It was a different day, month, and even year, but nonetheless my brother and I were born at the exact same time. My mom always likes to say that that was God’s

She taught us our manners, right from wrong, attended church regularly and of course singing in the children’s choir. We were very active in church and sooner or later it just became part of my life. However growing up in church definitely takes a toll on you. As I was getting older I realize church had just become part of a routine in my life. I never truly knew why I was going to church I just knew that it was something I had to do. I soon became to feel the pressure of being a “church kid” and feeling as if everyone was waiting for me to mess up. I believe we all have our faults, but there’s just something about having that title as a “Christian” that people always watching, and in my opinion, waiting for me to mess