Personal Narrative : The Unexpected 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.

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

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 experience on meeting my twin, Tyler Churchman, last year was quite good I must say. When we first got our match-ups from Barb, I was really thrilled that I was paired with a male interpreter. When I got his name and his phone number, I contacted him later that evening and introduced myself to him as his first-year twin. A couple weeks after, we had organized a potluck at our campus to meet our twins. All of us first-year students brought food & drinks for all of us to share amongst each other. After everything was set up, all of our twins arrived at the potluck. We had the chance to learn about one another: where we were from, how we got into ASL and interpreting, what our experiences were like in our Deaf Studies program and in the interpreting program, some similarities amongst one another, etc. It was a really awesome introduction to meeting our twins, and I was relatively happy with who I was paired with.

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 clouds were black, immeasurable, and grotesque. I still believe it was because my best friend was leaving for war. My friend Nicholas was the only person that I could have reliance and certainty with. He was the person that when the stresses of the world got to heavy on my shoulders he would pick the world up of my shoulders and carry the burden of the stresses of reality for me. In the end there are no words to describe the signification he has in my life and there is no comfort that can fix the loss that I feel in my heart because of his absence. So for the time being my heart will be in two places, half with me here in Denver, Colorado and the other half in Kandahar, Afghanistan.

Six years later, I was a perfectly adjusted teenager with friends and a safe home, despite the fact I had lost three fourths of my family. Hayden was the only one that stayed after Lucca and my dad died. My mom left me not even a week after they died. I never really understood why she left, but after a while I was glad that she did. I was better off living with just Hayden. He loved me, even if I was never really close with him. We were born seven years apart, so we didn't really have much to bond over. My other brother -- Lucca -- and I were a different story, however. Lucca was only four years apart and we were close. He would defend me from bullies, and when Mom and Dad fought, he would let me watch TV with him in his room so I couldn't hear their

My advise for the Johnson family, would to be to find a time to sit down together (Jim and Lisa) and discuss how many children they want to have in their family and create a timeline detailing how far apart they want each child from the other children. Once, they have decided on how many children they want and the timeline, they can then discuss if they are living in the right house for their future plans. Lets say the Jim and Lisa decided that they only wanted to have three children and have them all 2 years apart from one another. With this plan in action, Jim and Lisa can go look for a smaller house because they now know that they do not need a five bedroom house.

I picked to go along with her story as well as not tell her the truth about her parents dying because I did not have the heart to tell her that her parents died a long time ago. A lot of the other caregivers would do the samething. If I were to follow fidelity and tell her that her parents were dead, her sister died a long time ago and that she was living in a memory care in Dallas she would be even more upset. By going along with what she was saying and not correcting her, the situation would be resolved a lot quicker than if we were to tell her that her parents were dead and she lives in a care community. Not telling them the truth, when they will forget that they asked is a lot easier than telling them.

Am I my brother’s keeper? I have continuously asked myself this question since I was a child. My understanding of the question continues to grow, as I get older and wiser. In my opinion, people are more inclined to develop thoughts about their legacies as they age. My case is no different. When I have the time to meditate and just think, I often wonder about it. How will others remember me? How did I affect the world? These questions, along with a burning desire to heal (in any capacity whether it is spiritual, physical or mental), have strongly influenced my decision to become a cardiologist. I believe that my disadvantaged upbringing, uniqueness, and desire to see change in deprived communities will help me achieve my dream: making a difference as a cardiologist.

Dear Son, I just want you to know that. I’m going to space and that I’m going to be ok. When I get to space I am going to take a lot of pictures. I know that Aunt, Lisa and Timothy is going to watch you when I’m gone. I hope you have fun without me. Cause I won’t be back until two weeks are over. When you feel like you miss me look at this message. And if you need something call N.A.S.A. “Jason you better take care of mom and brother”. “We don’t want anything to happened to them”. “Be good Jason stay awesome”.

You could be the Hope, Help And give the kids the Home they need. Just imagine how much you would want a good home if you were in a foster home and you don't have a good mom and dad.