Standing at the end of the Silver Beach pier, I can almost feel the tension growing and intensifying as the waves rise up and up, and then suddenly collapse and slam against the side of the pier heads. The waves rise and fall, rise and fall, but they never stop rolling. Whether they are growing larger or tumbling down, they never stop. The never ending movement of the waves reminds me of my relationship with my family. We go through obstacles like every other family. Just like waves fight and push against each other, but always keep moving forward, family members won’t always get along but they’re always there for each other. Some days my sister and I fight; other days nothing can come between us. We will have good days and bad days. Days