It is about time I tell about my family. We were a very wealthy family of Khajiit. My parents were from Elsweyr, but my siblings and I were born in Skyrim. My parent's names were D'Jora and J'Zarha Z'Marri. My siblings had names, but I don't really remember them much. I can't even see their faces in my mind anymore. It has been so long since I've seen them sign up to join the Empire's Army.
My parents were originally from Elsweyr, the homeland of the Khajiit. They moved here to Skyrim to have a new life away from their home. They wanted to have kids in Skyrim. Why? I am as baffled as you are. Why would you go the coldest and most unforgiving province of Tamriel? But I am glad they moved.
My Family came from a life of wealth, they lend half of it to their cousins in Elsweyr, while they kept the other half to move to Skyrim. We made a house in The Pale and were prospering for a really long while. A few months prior to that, I was born. We had a happy life, until a group of Nordic Bandits came and ran us out of the house with more than three-quarters of our money gone. The other quarter, we thankfully had, but it wasn't much to live from.
We made our way from The Pale all the way to Whiterun. It was a long and cold and unforgiving journey. We never made piece with the nords for what they did. We thought all nords were like that. You know the rest from there.
My siblings were very active before the raid. They were all running around, and actually making use of their time and using their own imagination to "Make a living." My brothers were very focused on fighting in case of an attack, obviously didn't help later on, and my sister was focused on cooking and sometimes took self defense "lessons" from my brothers. She didn't care much for fighting, but boy she cooked up a good fondue.