"They're here!" I shouted. It was Christmas Eve and that meant the family was coming over to my house to celebrate. Soon, my uncles, aunts, cousins, and grandparents flooded through the door laden with their holiday dishes. Smells of tamales, kielbasa, and rice and beans flood the entryway. Hugs and kisses were exchanged as coats were shed. My large Mexican-German family was together again at last.
Like Toula's family in My Big Fat Greek Wedding, my family is very loud and always in everyone else's business. Growing up I sometimes felt smothered, like I had overdosed on familial love. Now that I'm older, I see that the love I once felt smothered with is what keeps my family strong. It's what bands us together in times of crisis. So at the end of the day, it doesn't matter how many embarrassing stories are told. It doesn't matter how many opinions are shared. I will always love my family.
You know you're from a large family when...
