My Personal Story : My Story

She and I had an especially close bond. Shortly before my dad’s accident, both her parents had died. I was the one who supported her through a very difficult year. As a result, she always treated me differently from the other kids—almost like an adult.

When I was 15 years old my parents told me they had decided to get a divorce. Both of my sisters were very upset at the news. I, on the other

Everyone called us twins, they all said we look just alike and act the exact same. We were born 10 days apart from each other so we believed we were long lost sisters. My absolute favorite memory was going on a college visit with Takia. My aunt took Takia and I to Smith College in Boston, Massachusetts. We shared a lot of the same interest in almost everything. Takia wanted to become a makeup artist it was her passion she began buying all sorts of products and reaching her goals. With the help of Mrs.Flowers ( girls group counselor) she helped takia reach her goal and still is till this day. Takia’s other dream was to travel to Paris that's all she talked about. Her mother even made her sweet sixteen Paris theme and said “I can’t afford Paris

I looked up to her desire to help people and better herself at the same time. In the beginning, I struggled with her not being around. It was a lot of change all at once, not only for me but also my family. She was the person I went to for anything and everything. Knowing the distance between us existed was what made everything so hard. It was difficult for me to wrap my head around the fact that I wasn’t able to just walk down the hallway or take a short drive to see my best friend. The shortest trip to see her would be by an airplane. I thought I would be able to talk to her all the time but this was not the case. As time went on, I began to understand that school came first for her and that I needed to let her study and make new friends. I learned to be patient and that she would get ahold of me when her time was not occupied. She got to come home for breaks, so that made things easier for our family too. When she had the opportunity to come home for breaks, our relationship remained constant. It’s like we picked up where we left off when she left. She filled in the room she grew up in as if she’d never left, took me on drives with the music blaring through the windows, and continued to give me fashion advice no matter how much she complained about

Towards the end of the last year he had gotten so abusive, my family took action and we were brought back "home". We went to counseling for months. We went to quite a few counseling locations. At one of the locations, I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD. We went on living the good life with our grandparents and mom. During the time we lived with my moms recently divorced ex-husband, my third sister was diagnosed with with cancer. She had fought through most of it and was close to her last chemo treatment when her liver suddenly failed.

I felt like nothing. Everything was numb. Two in the morning hit, and I knew I would regret staying up so late. At that moment though, nothing mattered. Tears stained my face and my eyes were more swollen than a broken foot. Everything was hurting. It hurt so badly I could physically feel the pain aching in my chest. I knew it wouldn’t be the end. Last time was never the last time. I knew I was lying when I said I’d never do it again. I promised myself, but any promise you make to yourself is a lie, life or death if you ask me. No one knew. Not a soul. And I intended to keep it that way. I was only fourteen. I was just a kid, hardly in the world as a teenager let alone this person with all these real feelings. As a girl, if I had

You walk too soon see a staircase;it seems never ending willing to touch the stars. Climbing the staircase until you’re tired, you find you are among the clouds; too high up to see what the surface of the earth used to be. You feel limitless, the breeze flowing through your hair and no skyscrapers to block your view of the wonderful part the world you live – Toronto. Each cloud seemed to have represented every memory, emotion, adventure, and achievement you have ever experienced in your life and everyone that has helped you in your beginning of life. From family members to pet peeves, ethnicity to my earliest memory, you’ll now know everything that describes who I am. A story only I can tell, The Story of Me.

A significant event that shaped who am I today was being, hanai, which in a loose sense means adopted. It happened when I was very little, and I was blithely unaware until my parents told me sometime when I was younger. However, back then I felt completely unaffected and didn't realize how different my life could've been. The birth family, had two other daughters both of which got pregnant at age 13, the family was on drugs, and I remember one time while having to go to their home, seeing their poor dog with gashes on it's leg. In sum, they were a very problematic family from my standpoint.

My story started one night i was sleeping in my bedroom i woke up around 2:00 am and

Before the divorce my sister and I did our own things with little support for each other, but we still cheered each other on. As she was a junior and I was a freshman, her and I fought almost every week. My sister was living the life of a typical high school girl, she was a part of the state swim team, dating a star football player, and hung out with the top crowd of the school.

One day I politely asked her to do something and she gave me a heap of attitude with no reasoning behind it and that flipped a switch in my head. I started yelling from the top of my lungs and using profanity like there was no better choice of words, as my body trembled and tears rolled down my cheeks, I could hardly get my words out. The moral of what I told her was that we are sisters and after our parents are gone we don’t have anyone else but each other. The constant fighting and nagging everyday was ridiculous we were supposed to be a team. After all the tears and screaming she laughed in my face as if I was a comedian on a late-night show, I decided I was done. She was my sister by blood and nothing more, I didn’t care what she did and when she did it. I completely stopped talking to her I wanted nothing to do with her. when my mother called me, like always, I announced that I was

"Who's is it" I said excitedly with a glowing expression on my face "where did it come from" "Did you buy it" I hurriedly asked my dad 1 million questions waiting on an response. He just stood there with a smile on his face barely biting his lip with happiness in his eyes. I don't think I ever seen this kind of expression on his face. I think that day his excitement was matching mine.

We had to stop at her house in Vegas for a good night sleep. We had taco bell for dinner. I ate the spicy bean dip, and a normal taco with lettuce. Me and my sister had to share a room, it had a huge tv. We watched, well, I watched Full House. When we got up in the morning we had McDonalds for breakfast. I was scared to eat in the car, cause I knew I would spill. When we got to California I was so excited.

I was awaken by the noise of the annoying ice cream truck. I slowly roll over as my eyes scan the room looking for the time; 3 am. I heard the sound of the ice cream truck again. I quietly got up and walked over to the hallway. I thought I was just hallucinating because it was just my 11 year old daughter Lizzy slamming the window down. Then I watched as she skipped down the steps with a five dollar bill in her right hand and her long blonde hair bouncing off her shoulders with every step she took. Down the stairs she went outside looking back over her shoulder making sure I didn't see her. That's when it had hit me, I heard the Ice cream truck once again. I dashed back in my room knocking everything over that was in my way and threw clothes all over my floor looking for my shorts. I sprinted down the steps, but by the time I got outside, she disappeared There was no sign of her. My heart dropped deep into my chest as if I were on the first drop of a ginormous rollercoaster. It was just silence , Dead silence and pitch black darkness. Were all the bad things that happen in the movies happening to me? Am I the reason she's gone? I'm gonna find my Lizzy and I'm gonna get her back! I stumbled back inside. My vision became blurry, salty tears began staining my face, and a huge lump grew in my throat. I snatched the house phone off the hook and struggled to press the 9 on the phone with my fidgety fingers as I continued to press two ones.

My childhood is filled with memories of my sister being my rock. We were best friends and she mothered me when our own mother couldn’t. We were both dealing with the same troubles and nice to share the experience with someone who understood the situation we were put in. She was also the ONLY one who was positive at the beginning of my pregnancy. I am sure she was also disappointed but she knew I wasn’t ruining my life. She didn’t make me feel like a complete failure. My mom told oldest sister and she led me away to speak alone. She told me how I disappointed her and she was excited to see me go off to college. It became the therapy everyone needed to tell me how much of a disappointment I was to them. However, they never took the time before to encourage me to make a future. After few days, my entire family knew because of a cousin who was untrustworthy. I went from feeling free to dreading family interactions.