Personal Narrative: The Second Sibling

Two little girls with matching pink dresses, light up shoes, backpacks double their size skip off to the bus for their very first day of school. To a five year old, kindergarten was a big deal. The first time away from their parents, a new environment, and very intimidating older kids. I knew I was lucky, I got to take on this new experience with my built-in best friend and somehow, knowing that made all the difference.

A couple years ago,( my freshman year), my family received a very terrifying phone call from the police station. That early sunday morning my sister was in a death car accident.

Growin up with a Twin is amazing in so many ways. Never being lonely and always having a friend right by your side is one of the many reasons. Sadly, there can also be some challenges. Now, these challenges may not be anything extreme. But this particular challenge I'm about to explain is one I know a lot of twins face. Rather be a Set of boys, girls or boy and girl. And that challenge is one Twin growing up with the responsibility of the other. Now that may not sound so bad but It did affect me growing up taking the responsibility of my Twin sister, Jonesha.

Being the oldest sibling you need to be more responsible. Needing to balance out the immaturity that your sibling may have, and because they are not as mature as you are you need to be the “bigger” person and be more responsible and take on the responsibilities of a mature older sibling. For instance, I was in the car with my two younger siblings. I’m sitting in the front seat while they are in the back. My younger brother started to kick my chair. When I ask him to stop he began to mimic me. Now being the oldest out of the two I had to be mature and handled the situations maturely. For one thing, I had to set a good example for my brother who is also setting an example for my younger sister, so that would mean that I’m dealing with setting an example for both my younger siblings not just my younger brother. Therefore, I didn’t turn around and mimic him back or yell at him.

I have for months been in apprehension that David would volunteer. Yet, joining the Army will be a terrible trial to me. He joined the Washington County Company commanded by Capt.Willet. They are now at Camp Cummings, the Fair ground. David sold his Pistol, got $25 for it, paid some of his little debts and we are preparing shirts with crochet work. He is very serious and deliberate about it, and the poor boy, he will be more so as the hardships thicken upon him. He was anxious to be called in.

I cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with

At the time, my sister, Marsha, and I wanted to live in the small town we grew-up in; therefore, we resided with my Dad for several years. We were teenagers by then and realistically needed a great deal of discipline; unfortunately, for us, with Dad’s party side and being divorced, he remained gone the majority of the time. Unsupervised, like various other teens, we appeared at times unruly. Nearly all my relatives and the majority of the town looked on disapprovingly.

A drop of perspiration made a slow trek down my face as I carefully placed one foot in front of the other, each step taken with a precision a ballerina would envy. The scorching sun was directly behind me, its rays beaming directly through my shirt, making my venture more difficult than it usually was. I hadn’t had luck on my side so far today. The sky was bare of clouds, and no grain bin was tall enough to shade me from the sun. I wore my lucky red shirt specifically for this day. Yeah – I have a lucky shirt, what’re you laughing at? My usual crowd would consist of solely my brother, but today I had two sets of eyes on me. My brother’s, gazing up at me with his permanent look of wonder, and Sarah Crocker’s, her smirk extending beyond her lips

My mom got me my very first dog when I was seven. As a seven year old you can only imagine my excitement, but I had to contain myself or my mom would get mad all I wanted to do was talk about my new puppy. Instead I bounced my leg and hummed the whole way there. Once I saw him I knew he was the one. I had a hard time finding the name for my new puppy, my brother, Jacob, was the one who suggested the name Kooter as a joke, but to his surprise I loved it and ever since his name changed from Baby to Kooter. There are times when Kooter gets on my nerves, but I try not to yell at him. I do this because I know my time is short with him and I don't want him to remember me as a mean and high stress owner. I've had Kooter for ten years that makes

The patient I completed my family health assessment on is a 34 years-old African American (black) female that is Gravida 6 Para 6. Her primary language spoken is English. She has a history of five vaginal deliveries and one cesarean section. This delivery was a vaginal birth after cesarean (VBAC) with spontaneous rupture of membranes while at home. Initial progression of labor was slow until stimulation of nipples via breast pump and low, slow dosing of Pitocin.

Our little hands were held tight upon each other, we glanced around with curiosity sparkling in our eyes. Giggling at the thought of what we were about to do, my sister and I glanced around hurriedly making sure no one was close enough to chase after us. Our young minds could not comprehend the idea that we were actually allowed to go back home for lunch. Motivated at the thought of this so called juvenile act, our veins were electrified with confidence as a we scurried across the gravel path. We stopped and attempted to cloak ourselves behind a vendor’s cart, as we peered through the piles of colorful guavas and pomegranates, spying the watchman. As soon as he turned around, we bolted toward to the entrance of the building complex. Running as fast as our little legs could carry us, we jumped into the elevator and rose to the third floor. “Sneaking in” my grandparent's apartment, we were greeted by my grandpa and as we told him of our adventure his laughter warmed the room.

My parents would describe infant me as adventurous,happy,full of energy. When I was younger I had a habit of crawling out of the crib and opening doors and my have tried to invite the mail man in a few times. When I was just learning to walk I would always open the front door when the mailman came or when my grandma thought I had ran away because I had opened multiple doors in the house and later found me playing in the backyard and later would by door knob locks to keep me from opening the doors, I believe I may have been 3 or 4 years old at the time. My favorite stuffed animal was this light brown monkey with a darker face, brown marble eyes that my mom had gotten me when she took me to the Toledo zoo when I was 4 years old I used to take

As we were walking into a chilly hospital from the freezing pitch dark night. I sat onto a hard uncormtibale wooden seat next to my older sister. For 30 minutes we sat there, then a nurse appeared from nowhere and told us the directions to our moms room. Our dad told us that we could go to our moms room 1st.He then began to walk slowly behind us.

There weren't any new ideas in that book that gave me new ideas for myself. There were some things that I think of myself as an idea. An idea was that I should always be grateful and respectful. In the book, even with everything that the family didn't have, they would always have each other back and care of one another. Being respectful is also a thing that the family did a lot when Bran and Britt would always respect adult especially there mother. Another idea was being truthful. In the beginning, it was only Bran that was hiding something from his sister and his mother. If he just told his mother what was happening there he wouldn't have lived in the house because it wasn't his grandparents. Even if he thought they were. Those were some ideas

“What is it like being a twin?” Or “Are you guys exactly the same in attitude and personality.” These are questions I have been asked countless of times ; I don't blame them for their curiosity . It is an incomparable experience to be able to share a close bond with another individual . From the day of conception we have literally been side by side from one another .