Essay on My Family

A family is the first school of a child. I am lucky to have a loving family. We are six members: my grandparents, my parents, my younger sister and I. My grandfather is retired and reads the newspaper to us every morning. My grandmother tells the best stories. My father works in an office and my mother is a teacher. Both of them work hard, yet they find time for us every evening. My sister is naughty, but she is my best playmate. We have one rule that is never broken: we eat dinner together and talk about our day. On Sundays we clean the house together or go out. In my family, everyone shares both work and joy. Whatever I am, I owe to my family.

A family is a group of people who live together and care for one another. It is in the family that a child learns to speak, to share and to tell right from wrong. That is why the family is called the first school.

There are two main kinds of families. A small family, with parents and children, is called a nuclear family. A big family, where grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins also live together, is called a joint family. Each kind has its own strengths. I live in a family of six: my grandfather, my grandmother, my father, my mother, my younger sister and I.

My grandfather is the head of our family. He retired some years ago, but he is the busiest of us all. He goes for a walk at dawn, waters the plants and helps me with Hindi and history. My grandmother is gentle and wise. Her stories of her village childhood are better than any cartoon. From my grandparents I have learnt to respect elders and to value simple things.

My father works long hours, but he never brings his worries to the dinner table. He has taught me to ride a bicycle, to save a part of my pocket money and to keep my promises. My mother manages her job and our home with equal care. She knows what each of us needs before we say it. My little sister is full of mischief. We fight over the television remote, and five minutes later we are playing together again.

Our family follows a few good habits. We eat dinner together with the television switched off. Everyone, including the children, has a small duty at home. Mine is to lay the table and fill the water bottles. We celebrate every festival and every small success together, and when someone is ill or sad, the whole family stands by that person.

Money, a big house or a car do not make a family happy. Love, respect and time for one another do. I am thankful for my family, and I want to be a helpful and caring member of it.