The Day My Little Sister

There are many times in our life that shape who we are, most of these “moments” go unnoticed. Things happen and change us in an instant so we often don’t remember these “moments” simply because they do not come across as something memorable. They just happen. If you’re lucky enough, you can remember this defining moment, and be able to reflect on this moment in a time of need, to remind yourself of the long journey that got you where you are at today.

This tragic moment in my life was very impactful. Not only did it change my brother Jason’s life, but it also changed mine. At a young age I believed that everything happens for a reason. Events, such as arguments with friends, tragedies in life, or just happy moments happen to make

Life is all about what you make it. More so now than ever, lives are taken so much for granted and the small things are so overlooked. Many lives are lived by the wrong priorities, in my opinion. Every day is up for grabs and every moment matters.

When I sit back and consider the significant events in my past, the important aspects of my life, and my future goals, the underlying theme is my appreciation for life’s struggles, people who help you through them and how they make you who you are. Throughout my entire life I have experienced the joys of accomplishing tasks and the sorrow of hardships, but no matter whether they were good or bad experiences they all helped to shape who I am today and who I will become tomorrow.

For some unknown reason I do not recall any memories past my elementary school years. So who knows when I learned how to read and write? It’s funny to say that this is the whole point to this essay. Thinking about it I could always lie about it and just embellish the truth. But then again why should I lie about how my supposed mother first taught me the ABC’s with some flash cards or how she would read to me at night. When none of this true. I simply don’t remember, but if I did it would probably be the most boring thing ever. My story doesn’t began until the 7th grade. Who would have known that it was by a librarian that my passion for reading began when she showed how us book trailers. They were these mini clips that would form these books to seem like movies. It was a trailer on

I was born from a family, in which it was just my sister and I. At a tender age

Sometimes I wish I was an only child. I have an irritating brother. Ross is my 18 year old brother. Our birthday’s are 1 day apart and I dislike it. When we were younger we always had our parties together. I hated having them together and his friends. My Grandma is psychotic! After my Grandpa passed away we realized she doesn’t know how to do anything. She doesn't even remember my name. My Grandma always gets Ross’ girlfriend’s name right, but never remembers mine. My family calls me the “Forgotten Child” because of my Grandma and great-aunt, Phi-Phi. I love spending time with friends and family! My friends and I love to travel together. Our recent trip we took was to Chicago. We went for a concert and got stuck standing in the rain for 2

May 21st 2004, the day my father was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, and was given 2 months to live. I still remember like it was yesterday when my mum came stumbling into my room pushing the door open like she was angry at me, when I came to the realisation that something wasn’t right I had to pretend like I was okay and strong enough to get my family through this chapter of our lives.

I went to America with my Mom, my sister, and my Grandma. I had to go to the airport to take a plane.

Ever since I was a kid I’ve wanted to have a sibling. I remember seeing other siblings interact while I was wishing I had somebody to call my little brother or sister. Little did I know that soon my wish would come true.

Life seems to take many twists and turns that somehow mesh into each other to form a chaotic knot of happenings. All of these occurrences are supposed to shape you into a wiser more experienced person. Many people can even pin point the exact moment in their life which was forever changed by a single event. When that event happens it becomes an unforgettable memory for you and teaches you a lesson that becomes one of the basic guidelines in your life. The event that forever changed me and was most significant to me was when I decided what I planned on doing for the rest of my life; choosing my major. I knew exactly what I would plan on doing my

“Beep! Beep! Beep! Beeeeeeep!” my alarm clock was piercing my eardrums. I got up slowly, my alarm clock still going off. It seemed as if the loudness was just getting louder and louder. Finally, I stumbled out of bed, turning my alarm off. After I got dressed, I went downstairs to pack my mother’s amazing cookies for school. Her secret is adding the right measure of mixing because mixing develops gluten in the sugar, making the cookies a chewy consistency, adding the right measure of shape because round dough balls take longer to bake, resulting in softer, thicker cookies, besides adding the correct amount of spacing because cookies baked at low temperatures spread more during baking and need approximately 2 inches between them. It also depends on the temperature, and the quantity of time you bake them for because a low temperature and longer baking time yield crisper, thinner cookies; a higher heat and shorter baking time makes softer, thicker cookies. My mom taught me these rules of cooking when I was around five. What can I say, I guess I just have a way of cooking.

It wasn’t until the morning of Saturday, May 21, 2016 that I realized what the true feeling of unconditional love was. The moment a parent looks into his or her child’s eyes there is just so much love it’s unbelievable. People think they know what love is when they love a significant other, family member, or a close friend; however, that love is nothing compared to the love a parent experiences the day his or her child is born. That is the love I felt the moment I placed my beautiful baby boy on my chest.

Until about two years ago I never really thought about how precious each and every day of life was. People always say live each day to the fullest because you never know when there won’t be a next day. My mother said this to me about a million times over the first fifteen years of my life but, I never really put this piece of wisdom into action. I can remember it as if it happened yesterday, the day that began a change in my mom’s life as well as mine.

I sit in the couch while watching TV. Today 's the day my great grand mother is going to draw an unlucky person 's name in whose house there will be about 20 people or so coming in for christmas.Oh lord,how I wish my mom 's name won 't pop up as this decade 's host.