Spoiled, Brat, Snitch, And Hypocrite

One can say my relationship with my sister is umm... complicated; one minute we’re fine and the next we want to rip out each others eyeballs. But yet, so many other siblings are like that too, so my sister and I are nothing spectacularly out of the ordinary. In fact, one can say we have a healthy sibling relationship, because of this weird love-hate complex. One great example of an average sibling relationship comes from Harper Lee’s book, To Kill a Mockingbird, where Jem and Scout Finch have a very iconic sibling relationship. My relationship with my sister is extremely similar to Jem and Scout’s relationship.

There was also a time when my younger sister came after me with a kitchen knife, which I figure evens the score for me attempting to asphyxiate her with a pillow when I was about five or six. With absolute astonishment, my parents, after 2 brief periods of separation and even acquiring divorce papers, re-discovered their love for one another and are now one of the happiest and most secure couples I know. Even my sister and myself get along great now, often confiding in each other with our personal issues.

Few relationships are as special as the bond between sisters. Siblings know us greater than even we know ourselves sometimes; it’s through this insight, their insight, that we can see ourselves better and grow into who we aspire to be. My relationship with my sister is no exception; she’s my best friend. She’s a part of why I am who I am today, and it all started with a name.

I can remember her standing in front of the mirror looking at herself. How she thought she was beautiful, I don’t know. Because the image I saw was of a person who looked like a living corpse. She had to have weighed only 100 pounds, her hair so thin, the black bags under her eyes, and her overall grayish complexion made her look as if she were a dead. As she saw me staring at her in the corner of her eye, she slammed the door in my face. That was the big sister that I knew now. She was no longer the big sister that I could go to and get advice from or have a good laugh with. No, she was too busy with her own schedule and not to mention her terrible mood swings. My older sister

In terms of character, I grew up with exceptionally supportive parents and an icon of a sister. My parents want the best for me, so they don’t hesitate to be strict in order to give me the character of a fine young lady. I will always be indebted to my parents because they sacrificed so much for me. Looking back on all the hardships they’ve placed me through, I’ve definitely grown as a person, developed my own firm principles, for all of which I am utterly grateful for. As for my sister, she molded my perceptions and always was a

A relationship that has become closer over time for me is my relationship with my brother Mylan Cousan. The earliest memory I have of my brother and I are our walks to our childhood nursery. I remember we aere always confused as twins, but we weren't. We would always wear the same thing and use the same words almost as if we had a special connection gifted to us from birth. When we played Power Rangers he would allow me to be the pink Ranger because of my need for femininity. Mylan would fight the other boys because of their teasing towards me and my "girlish" ways. My brother always protected me from the world even if it meant fighting friends in favor of me. When I was about 12 he was 11, my step-father caught me watching "Xena- Warrior Princess". He saw me wearing a belt over

The fights we had throughout the years, the late conversations about life and the little inside jokes that we have are the foundation of who I am today. They give those little quirks, they give me the feistiness and zip to my personality. They make me, me and I thank them for that. When I look back on the arguments and the fights I laugh because I think about where we are today and how funny we would find the situations. Without my sister's I wouldn't know how I would be sane to this day. They keep me level headed and mindful of my actions. Even on those days that I'm mad at them or their mad at me, I stop to think would my sisters be proud of this. Some days I even try a little harder most days and I see them falling off. Even though they don’t like to admit it they look up to me and I look up to them too. No matter how much we argue and fight our relationship has grown to where we have a respect for each that we know we only want the best for each other. We know that we wouldn't do anything to hurt each

Now there's one thing I haven't mentioned about this girl. This girl just happens to be my younger sister, and we haven't gotten along since pre-school. I became the bully of a big sister to her, and was blamed for most of her misfortunes. She is a member of the family, and I've known her forever.

When my sister and I were in middle school, my perspective of my sister was horrible. I despised her and didn’t want to have anything to do with her due to her ignorant attitude. For example, when I was feeling depressed because my older cousins were ostracizing me, she didn’t notice and didn’t stand up for me. I felt angry at her and I saw her as an irresponsible bother that happened to have my bloodline. However, after we moved to South Pasadena, my perspective of her began to change. Because we moved into a new place full of strangers, we only had ourselves to relate to. I wasn’t very efficient in making new friends and I began to eat lunch by myself. My sister, realizing that I was alone like she was, began to pay attention to me and ate lunch with me. She was aware of my friends and people that didn’t like me, and she stayed with me when my cousins tried to leave me out on playing with them. My sister became my best friend and I realized that she was not a stranger that I should hold a grudge on but was someone that I could depend on when I was

By the age of 10 Jessica was the only one living at home with her parents. She grew up almost as an only child, but she felt like she had to compete for attention once her nephew was born when she was 6. Jessica remembers being “daddy’s little girl” when she was about 4 or 5, but later on her relationship with her father grew apart. She cannot recall the exact age or reason her relationship with her father became distant and her relationship with her mother grew closer. Jessica grew up witnessing domestic violence and her father a recovering alcoholic drinking on occasions and getting into arguments with her mother.

It happened around thanksgiving brake, the day that changed my life… It started off a beautiful day, the sun was out, the kids were playing, mom was working in the garden, and my sister was in her room neglecting life. I woke up to a great day only for it to end a disaster! I started off with my daily routine on my week off; wake up at one in the afternoon, get up, take a shower, get some food, and then go outside. After my daily routine I walked in to clean the house while my mom was in the garden pulling weeds. I started off folding blankets, then I go to do the dishes and as soon as I start the door slams open. There she is Anna a ten year old girl who is my youngest sister’s best friend. She runs past me in a hurry to the bathroom, however

My friends ask me, “Why does your sister wear Star Wars costumes? Why does she look like a boy?” and my reply to all of them is the same. I tell that that my sister is an anomaly, one who does not conform to societal norms and realizes that nobody can make her happy, except for herself. Whether she is in public or at home, the fictional figures that society has placed importance is something that she tries to emulate through wardrobe. In school, she has a group of friends that share her same quirks, but once she ventures out, she is left with a unappreciative world that does not understand and cannot measure her intelligence. As her older brother, I try to help fill in the gaps that she is missing, but sometimes she teaches me lessons that

While it may be cliche to profess, it is nevertheless true, my family is everything to me, two, in particular, own my heart. The first is an energetic six-year-old girl named Scout. She is my eldest niece and my love for her is unconditional. She has an aura about her that both inspires and motivates me. She is a fiery ball of innocence and sunshine that makes me laugh and melts my heart. To quote Shakespeare: "though she be but little, she is fierce." Any tears or worry vanish from my reality when she is near. One could say, without reservation, she is my whole world. Scout looks up to me, always imitating what I say and do. Never wishing to disappoint her, I strive to always keep this in mind. Setting a good example for her is imperative

I come from a four-person family. My mom and dad have always been in my life therefore they are the people who raised me. After seeing my parents have a successful marriage, it has influenced me to want the same thing in life and having my first marriage be my last. I have an older sister who is 23. While growing up, me and my sister had a very close relationship. As we grew up, we started to drift apart. I learned a lot from being the youngest child. While being 3 years younger than my sister Taylor, watching her grow up and deal with situations taught me many personal life lessons. Watching her grow up taught me the good and bad things in life and helped me follow the right path. While going through school, I already knew what to expect when it came to the class description and the teacher just by having my sister go through it just a couple years before me. Even though being the younger sister, my whole life is all I know, I couldn’t imagine

My grandmother, Esther Turner, has impacted my life in more ways than just simply being there for me, as a grandmother. She’s much more than that, in my eyes. Being the eldest of three, I’ve always taken on more responsibility as the older sister. It was my job to show my little brother and sister which paths were safe to take in this wild, confusing maze called life. At times, I felt like a mother myself, and at a young age, I found myself slightly intimidated by all the responsibilities that were laid on my shoulders. The main person I could talk to freely and openly, without judgment, was my grandmother. We have always been able to speak to each other about any and everything, nothing was off limits. That’s what I think brought us so close, the fact that she accepted me entirely for the person I presented to her.