Siblings-Personal Narrative

My personal narrative has to do with my journey alongside my family in an event that we all faced. When I was in fourth grade my father got cancer. I am not over protective of the fact that he did, in fact I am quite open on the subject. If they haven’t forgotten, then my friends know, and classmates at the time did know. In this way it is very personal, but also a shared story. As I stated earlier, my father got cancer when I was in fourth grade. This can certainly be considered an unusual childhood. I do not think that many children have had their parents go through cancer when they were around this age. My family spent lots of time in this situation. We were open with this fact, and people had helped us. My fourth grade class

“Left down” echoes throughout the silent band waiting for whistles to signal when to start marching. Three whistles and we’re off. “Left, right, left, right,” repeats over and over in my head as we round the corner to start our way down Main Street in Aberdeen. Marching down the street my hat is slowly swiveling around my bun becoming further and further way from my eyebrows. Oh my goodness Camryn are you serious?! You didn't tighten your hat? Okay just play it off. Be cool. Discreetly reaching towards my hat, I pull it forwards with one hand hoping that no one noticed.

The only things that remained in my computer’s spot was my monitor, my mouse, and all of the cords that were plugged into the computer strewn about my desk and my floor. I was going to explode with fear and sadness. “What am I going to tell my sister?!” I thought “How did he find out?!” The only thing I could do after that was to get started on the load of homework that I had. After 2 hours of doing my homework, my dad had a talk with me about the whole situation. He talked to me about being responsible when he leaves stuff the way they’re not supposed to. And after making a few excuses about my trouble, dad told me this, “Drake, you can’t just deny that you did it. I already know that you did what you did, and there’s no avoiding the consequences, so you’ll just have to eat it. Not to mention, this will affect your sister as well, because she uses that computer, too.” Sure enough, my sister was furious when she got home from her choir classes. She looked like she wanted to bury me alive. I learned that day that I have to think about how others will be affected when certain actions are

So I was home and it was late at 8:00 pm me, my brother, and sister were watching the movie “ Maze Runner’’, so we started to watch the movie and we noticed that a door on the tv opened by itself and then we heard a noise that came in the laundry room, so then we paused the movie and my brother and sister were scared so I put the blankets on top of them and got behind the couch and then they took off the covers and I jumped up and said’’ Wanna pickle” and my brother fell off the couch and he hit his head, but my sister smacked my brother in the face with her chancla. So they got mad and so they sat farther than me and I played the movie. Later that day the movie ended and my brother and sister fell asleep, so I went to go grab a bunch

September 11, 2001: “Um, yeah, she’s kind of cute, but I don’t think she needs to come home with us. When are we going to give her back?” This was the day my mother broke the news that my sister Sarah was coming home with us forever—my world was changed. For months I had known that my mom was pregnant, and I was excited. I told my kindergarten teacher, principal, and guidance counselor that I would be delighted to have “one-thousand sisters!” However, for a year after my sister’s birth, I continued to ask when we would be returning Sarah to the hospital.

It had all started when my sister Alexis was 12 years old and she was growing into our Contreras attitude. My mother had definitely knew this attitude because she herself has the same one even though she isn’t really a Contreras. Well this day my sister was being an absolute brat and in all places at Wal-mart the

Hello, I`m Shayla. I just wanted to tell you a few things about my siblings. I also want to tell you what you`ve taught me on how to be a better sister to the ones I love. I have two siblings, one which is in high school, the other in 3rd grade. Being the middle child is tough. You're known for being the "peacemaker." The one that puts everything back in order, but then you're known to be "rebellious." All I know is that my siblings drive me crazy one minute and then the next they make me want to cry tears of joy. I watch how you communicate with Auggie, and how you respect him. You`re secretive but you`ve got his back, and he knows it. Your overprotective which to me is a very valuable trait to have because that

My younger sister did whatever she wanted and other people got hurt for her rash actions. I probably over-reacted anyway. I turned around and noticed my two younger sisters in the corner. ゆき(Yuki) was older and ゆきの(Yukino) was younger they were twins though and very close. Both were very quiet and their attitudes were very similar. ゆき(Yuki) was the most horrible of the two. She was very blunt and only ever talked to say an insult or harsh criticism. It was my job to teach as the elder brother and I found myself thinking over all the facts about my two sisters. I seriously wondered if they'd turn out okay. Today we were supposed to be practicing for the shrine festival since おとーさん(oto-San) was a shrine keeper but ゆきand ゆきの(Yuki and Yukino) were both very free-spirited. I went to my room and cracked open a book. Time flew by until I realized it was pretty late. I sighed and then stretched. I stood up and looked outside. Neither Yuki or Yukino were in the house or the yard. I figured they were at the store or with friends so I ignored it. About two hours later I noticed the moonlight reflecting on the pool in the backyard illuminated the whole yard. There was a shadow and I immediately looked outside. Standing there was Yukino. Her long hair as black as night hung to her ankles. Her black eyes were glossed over with an indescribably horrific emotion. Two swords cliched in each hand shone in the moonlight. She looked like a doll standing

My sister put the phone on speaker, so her friend could talk to both of us. By that time, I had already forgotten about the ring. Her friend was telling us that her married sister had lost her four thousand dollar engagement ring. She asked us if we knew anything about it, or even saw it at her house. At this moment, all of my insides took a 180 degree turn. I was terrified that I would be in so much trouble, for not saying anything about the ring when I found it. Everything went blank, and being my nine-year-old self, I started freaking out mentally. I decided to lie about it, and tell my sister’s friend that I did not know anything about the ring. I ran upstairs to my mother’s room. I told my mother how I found the ring, and how I did not tell anyone about it. I also had to tell her that I lied to my sister’s friend. My mother told me to do the right thing. My task was to give the ring to its owner, and also give them an apology for keeping quiet about it.

It all started in December 25,2018, when my dad surprised my older sister and I with gifts. My sister was given chocolate candies and I was given a fifteen dollar dunkin donut gift card. My sister was not happy about me getting the giftcard and I decided to share the money on the giftcard with her . We agreed to visit dunkin donut together and even planned to use the card this summer. At first, our agreement sounded good and I was happy about it. But when I was thinking about it, I began criticizing my decision in a selfish way and thought of spending the gift card without her knowledge. Blinded by my selfish instinct, on March 6,2018, I visited dunkin donut and purchased a dozen of donuts with the gift card. I returned home, set the box containing the donuts on the kitchen table and went to my room to undress myself. When my sister came from her room to the kitchen, she saw a large box stuffed in a big plastic bag. Curious to see what's was in the box, she opens it to find a dozens of donuts. Surprised and confused of seeing the donuts, my sister got angry and disappointed at me for buying the donut without her knowledge.

My mother dearest was in the kitchen cleaning up after supper - I assume - while we the children are sent out to play and keep ourselves occupied. From dusk to evening my sisters and I sat in our large bedroom with the high ceilings. My sisters, Charmaine and Casey, were the ones who did crafts, colored in coloring books, and used scissors often. On this particular calm evening I was allotted to join. I colored in a book that I was oh so fond of while Charmaine and Casey cut and pasted pieces from other coloring books. Casey, however, had a book that I equally loved (The start of it all). I cannot

A few months ago, at family prayer my grandfather was having trouble with his leg and he was limping. My uncle decided to ask if we wanted to pray for him. All the kids got around my grandpa, and we put our hands on him and we prayed about his leg. When he got up his leg was still bugging him. After prayer my grandparents went home and went to bed. The next week, my grandma told us that after we prayed last week, they went home and went to bed, but the next morning he was walking perfectly, without a limp. That was one of the blessings that my family experienced this past year.

My brother had constantly reminded me not to play with his friends because they played tough. Being five years old I would not listen to what my elder told me to follow. I thought that mom hated me because she did not want me to play with guys. My mom told me that she did not want me to play with my brother friends because she was just protecting me. I did not listen to what my mother told me and I still went to play with my brother and his friends. That day my brother and his friends played a new game that I did not know. It was a game that consisted of two persons per group. My brother was mad at me because he told me not to play with them. Since the game required a partner I asked my brother to be my partner and he was not happy but he did not refuse. My brother told me the

It All Started In The Fall Of 2015 I Was Thirteen Years Old Living In Roseville. Earlier That Day I Had Asked My Step Mom Lisa If I Could Go To My Best Friend Nicole 's House To Go Do Homework And That Afterwards We Were Going To The Mall With My Other Friend Kylie. She Had Said Yes So After School Her Mom Jennifer Would Pick Us Up And I Would Go To Nicole 's House To Do Homework And Go To The Mall, But When I Had Asked Lisa If I Could Go To Nicole 's House I Had Left Out That Afterwards We Were Going To The Mall Because If I Asked She Would 've Said No Because She Doesn 't Really Like The Mall. While We Were Doing Homework We Had Invited Mine, Kylies And Nicole 's “Girl Friends” To Go To The Mall We Had Also Invited Some Guys That We

I grew up in a very normal family with a mom, dad, one brother and three sisters. Since I’m the baby of the family, my mom stayed home until I started school. My mom worked in payroll and accounting, and my dad was a computer engineer. My brother is the oldest and did his best to tease all four younger sisters equally. He was very good at his “job”, but I knew he loved me because he opened doors for me and even braided my hair on occasion. My three older sisters watched out for me, especially my oldest sister; she became my second mom. My sisters fought a bit, but it wasn’t anything horrible or abnormal. We were a pretty happy family that did a lot of fun things together and were loved by our wonderful parents. At least that’s what I remembered, but there were times that I wondered if I was loved at all. Was I just the baby of five kids, five years younger than my closest sibling, and easily forgotten?