siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Water
It was an unnecessarily hot Tuesday afternoon. I was babysitting my little brother. Well, my little brother was playing and I was doing other things. One would think that a family with an in-ground pool would have AC, but no, we had fans. My brother ran around the house happily chasing around the kittens.
By Savannah McCain6 years ago in Families
The Beast
The Beast Part 1: Beyond the Tracks It was our turn to make the trip. When the day came, my brother and I hid behind a bare tree, close enough to the track so that we could reach the Beast. Although it was barely morning, the sun’s rays pierced through the skin on my arm. My entire body itched because of it. Cesar and I weren’t alone; others scattered behind the bare skinny trees with us. Papi always encouraged us to be practical for any occasion, so I clothed myself in a simple red t-shirt with “La Catholica” on it, black leggings, and Nike sneakers, while Cesar dressed himself in his school’s red t-shirt, jeans, and Vans sneakers. We attempted to match as much as possible in case we strayed from each other. When the coyote signaled the cue, we, and everyone else, darted for the tracks and waited for the rumble and vibration of the Mexican sand under our feet. When the Beast appeared in the distance, I grabbed Cesar’s arm and double-checked our backpacks hung securely over our shoulders. “Ready?” He nodded and I wrapped my fingers around his wrist. Tiny particles of orange sand danced while the tracks roared. My grip suffocated Cesar’s wrist as I lunged at the first railing in my sight.
By Maria Cedeno7 years ago in Families
Sisters Comparison Essay
Many sisters can say that they are equivalent in almost every way. From the way they talk and dress, to the type of music they like and the boys they have crushes on, their similarities never retire. They’re the girls you can barely tell apart, even if they’re not twins. Conjoined at the hip, they reign over all of the other sisters who aren’t as laudable.
By Juneau Howard7 years ago in Families
Athena
“Sorry for your loss.” That's what they all say. But do people really mean it? Or is it just something that we've been told we had to do enough that it has become expected? Is it for them, to make themselves feel better, or them just trying to look like they care?
By Sarah Headley7 years ago in Families
My Brother Is Autistic
There are two moments in my early childhood that would help define who I would become. 1. The day my baby brother came home, that night we had spaghetti for dinner so for ever his nickname would be "my little ghettie". This was the moment I would become a big sister. My job was to love him, protect him and teach him. Though I was only three I took my new job very seriously and I loved my baby brother. 2. The day my parents came home from a doctor's appointment and my mom uttered three words that would change our lives forever "Scotty is autistic".
By Nica McLaughlin7 years ago in Families
The Beginning of the Big
One of my earliest memories is of my mom and dad bringing my sister home. I don't recall seeing her in the hospital at all. I just remember mom bringing her through the door and laying her on the couch. She would push a chair against the couch so she wouldn't roll off. I asked multiple times if I could hold her and the response was always negative. I might drop her or break off the cord that was to remain attached until it was time to fall off.
By Kerri Wood7 years ago in Families
My Experiences with Autism
Autism is a brain disorder that makes it difficult for the affected to communicate or relate to others. It is something that I am all too familiar with since my little brother suffers from it. For years he didn’t speak and when he finally started too only a few people could understand him. He also could not and still can not sit still for long periods of time. My brother is constantly rocking back and forth with repetitive hand motions as well as head motions that sway back and forth. He doesn’t like his daily routine interrupted because it is what he is used too. All through school he was in special education classes which were difficult for both of us. Teasing was something that was regular.
By Alyssa Horn7 years ago in Families
Life as the Oldest Sibling
As I stated in “Lessons from my Internet Friend,” I am the oldest of two siblings. I have one sibling, a younger brother named Phillip. I would hope that my parents would’ve loved us equally throughout our lives, but as I have experienced, I really don’t think that this is the case.
By A. Alexis Kreiser7 years ago in Families
Sisters
Do you have a sister? I do. It isn’t like a normal sibling relationship though. I am shunned by my parents and younger sister. She was 13 when I moved out of the house and now she just turned 15 last month. Would you like to know how many times I have spoken to her since then? None, not even a hello. She will be graduating high school soon and I will not see that and when she gets married I will not be allowed at the wedding. So, my sister may be alive, but it doesn’t feel like it.
By LaDeena Cabigon7 years ago in Families
Promoted!
Aunt. This word has so much meaning. You have the role of mother without all the hassle, you're looked as the fun one, or sometimes the mean one. You get to spoil the heck out your nieces or nephews without the guilt. And at times you have to step up and discipline time to time. But what makes becoming an aunt the most special thing in your life? It is the fact that no matter what, a part of you will be in that child.
By Ashwini Engineer7 years ago in Families