Tiana's Tie: A Narrative Fiction

It taught me that no matter how different we are on the outside we all

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.

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.

Do you have a bestfriend that feels just like a sister? My bestfriend is McKenah Kloes, her personality makes you smile everyday and we have the most crazy memories. Even know she loves to goof around she’s very intelligent.

I did my laundry the other day-- like any other laundry day. I took care to make sure I had all of my socks together. Then after taking them out of the dryer while putting my folded clothes away, I had noticed that one of my men did not show up for duty. So naturally, I go and check the dryer. Nothing. I scour my laundry room frantically looking for my beloved sock. Alas, no luck was

With her not being able to tell me much on some subjects she Hit several instead of just talking about one. I simply asked her to tell

I rolled the cheap rental fabric of the sleeve between my fingers before walking to my dresser and pulling out my underwear. I grabbed a pair of plain boxers from the front and looked down at the boring pattern. "Might as well be a little different" I muttered, as i pulled the old drawer all the way out, feeling around for the pair of fitted boxer briefs I had secretly gotten for myself. The pale blue went well with my pale skin, the spunky girl at the store said so herself. It was one of the few acts of rebellion I had done up to that point. I still remembered how nervous I was going into the alternative store in the local mall, I shook as I looked at all the crude jokes and sexual things inside. She came up out of nowhere and asked if I needed any help. I stammered out "No, I-I'm alright thanks." She must have known I was nervous because she just smirked and said "Here let's find you a souvenir." I only nodded and followed her around the store as she asked me about what I liked, what I was into, etc. I couldn't help but stair at her amazingly colored hair, it shimmered in the dim light like a peacocks feathers; radiating out from a vibrant green, to blue, and purple. As we passed by the "sexy" underwear section of the story, my eyes landed on the pair of underwear. Right away she noticed and said "Great choice! I bet he'll love them" with a wink. I clammed up as soon as she said 'he', and of

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

In fact, our differences lead to unity in times of outer conflict. According to the article “Theoretical Perspectives on Sibling Relationships,” “as siblings mature, they become more responsible to the needs of one another” (Whiteman, Shawn D., Susan M. McHale, and Anna Soli). That is true for me and my sister. As we’ve grown older, we have learned to resolve our differences and focus on building our relationship as adults. We may be opposites in interests, but our polarity draws us closer together. Though our conversations still resemble those of Laura and Lizzie--“Lizzie with an open heart, Laura in an absent dream” (209-211)-- we now confide in one another with secrets that we would not dare tell anyone

I threw my books on my bed and approached the jacket slowly, as if it were a stranger I could not wait to meet. I hollered at my mom downstairs if the jacket on my bedpost is mine. She said mine was in my closet. I cautiously opened my closet door to see what surprises waited for me. Turns out, there was no jacket in my closet. When my mom heard this news, she said that it must be on my bedpost then. When I ran swooped over from the bannister to my room, I went to reinspect my brand-spanking new, black as midnight, beautifully brown lined jacket.

When asking her a question or telling her to explain something, she will happily explain

It seemed as though we were just a big, happy, and growing family, my sister had just gotten married and had two beautiful daughters. The girls were the most precious things I 've ever seen in my life, one was four years old and the other had just turned two. My sister and brother-in-law seemed to have a pretty decent and happy marriage, when before we all knew it their marriage was on the rocks and divorce was being talked about. Before too long my brother-in-law had moved out of the house and left my sister to take care of the two kids, work, and try to finish college. It all became too much for her and she lost control, she started to not take care of the kids properly, lost her job, and was abusing her prescription medicines.

Learning to cherish time more and to have such a deeper respect for the people whom you’ve never actually had a real conversation with were absolutely the smallest lessons I learned in this experience, and those are the biggest things to life. The things I came across in those months will forever surpass my knowledge, knowing that I will never be able to fully open this topic, even to myself. This event has forever impacted me in so many ways, emotionally and physically, and they are unexplainable. Sometimes you realize that the things you need most will be taken away from you, quicker than expected. Jerome Groover was my one needed

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

Growing up, I believed having a much older sister was the coolest thing ever. Amanda and I may have been nearly eleven years apart, but she would always include me in the “big girl” fun. For example, many of my childhood memories involve her allowing me to watch PG-13 movies and MTV, starting Britney Spears or Spice Girls dance parties in the living room, and taking me out for ice cream after school whenever it was her turn to pick me up. I also remember becoming a third wheel on some of Amanda’s dates when my mother needed her to babysit at the last minute. Over the years, however, our once close-knit sisterly bond has gradually weakened. Of the many causes of relationship deterioration, the biggest contributor in our case was withdrawal.