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My Family Portrait

From our physical features to the things we most enjoy doing, my family seems like we are not related to one another at all! People can hardly tell we are one loving family! Let me give you a clear picture in words of what I mean.

My brother Danh's face has a shape of a papaya, all wide at the forehead and narrow at a pop-up chin that he inherited from his grandfather. His upper lip curls up as though tasting something sour. His hair is like a bunch of small springs toppling one another in the back, and he frequently runs his stubby fingers through it as if it were cool! He seems to be an expert in every video game! Danh is always busy playing videogames, chatting online, watching television, and doesn't seem to care about education. Perhaps this is why he never gets any homework done!

My younger sister Linh's face is an oval like an egg. She resembles my grandmother. Linh is lean and tall, for she has the body of a teenage model. Her hair is as smooth as silk, and she walks with a gentle grace that leaves people in awe! She is quite a performer, and is meant to be on stage!

My youngest sister Anna, is potentially another Curious George. Her sweet, beautiful sunshine smile can brighten anyone's bad day. Her pink cheeks, something she inherited from Mother, remind me of a baby's bottom. She wears her hair like a weeping willow - all over her face - and she likes it that way! She has the cutest giggle reminiscent of the fast rhythm of a flute. I will always lvoe being her partner in exploring the world.

My father has an angular face. Years of harship and poverty show through his many wrinkles and rough skin. His hair is always brushed to one side with a split in between, and he always has to squint because of his blurry vision. His laugh is like "a hundred dishes breaking," (Cisneros 17), the way Esperanza in The House on Mnago Street describes her laugh. Father would love to speak English fluently one day, though he says, "time wil tell."

Mother and I both have U-shaped faces. Her hair is al permed, with one side covering her eye like that of Marilyn Monroe. She is still a blooming rose for she seems to have drunk from the Fountain of Youth. In Vietnam, she used to rock me back and forth in a hammock, singing a lullaby. I felt safe and secure in her arms, as she rocked me gently to sleep. I remember the stories about America she would tell me, and that one day we would go there. In the meantime, Nhin di con nhe, ngu di nhe, "Hush, my little baby, go to sleep now," she said. Mother and I have a very close relationship, perhaps deeper than we'll ever know.

Although I didn't inherit Mother's beauty, i did inherit her big eyes and sweet smile. Whenever I need to talk, I always confide in Mother, because her affection for us is phenominal. Physically, my shoulder length hair cascades, water-like, down my back. I love singing and drawing, for these activities give me a sense of pride and pleasure. When I run I look like a pig with a hot poker up its behind. A dedicated student, I always strive for the best. I am often a quiet girl, but I'd like to think I can break the windows when I sing at my best. Let's go back to what makes my family a good, loving one despite our differences.

In Vietnam, I loved it when our family got together at the dinner table to eat. Meals created a sense of union. Although we don't get the chance to do that in America often, we still celebrate holidays such as Tet (New Year) and Christmas together. We all have a history that we will reminisce about for generations to come.

-TP-

Sources:
Cisneros, Sandra. The House on Mango Street. New York: Vintage Books. 1991

Proofread by Mrs. Miller and George Kanyotu (Chelsea Residence Staff)

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