What Makes Me A Sister?

That’s what makes them a hero to me. And my hero, that has impacted my life in so many ways is my sister. My older sister, Alicia, has impacted and changed my life in so many ways. People always say that younger siblings look up to their elders because we can’t do what they do. I always thought it was because of age and how when you got older you can do more, and it partly is. From age you gain wisdom and that experience makes you who you are. My sister showed me that, and without my sister I don’t

How My Sisters Changed My Life I have seven sisters. Life is boring and lonely without someone to share it with, like sharing your thoughts, playing around, making fun and having someone who truly makes you feel genuine love. Those things make life more beautiful and valuable to live in this wonderful world that God has made. When life gives you that, every single moment has its own importance, and gives you more comfort and moments to share. Then you can realise how precious life is. Life deserves

is the only enemy we can't live without. These people are brother(s) and/or sister(s). There is no bond like having a sibling and anyone who is an only child misses out on such love. My sister is my other half that I couldn’t live without. She is my partner in crime and my backbone. So "People, let me tell you 'bout my best friend... (Harry Nilsson)"...otherwise known as my sister Destiny. I have obviously known my sister my whole life. I would also go as far to say that I am the best thing that

Women or girl in relation to other daughters of her parents. That's what a sister is by definition but is that really what makes a sister? Growing up in a house full of girls had its challenges. My two sisters and I argue on a daily and me being four years older definitely put an hinderance on our relationship. Being four years older made it difficult for our relationship because we went through difficult defining times in our life at the same time. When I was starting high school they were starting

years old, my sister died. I still remember that day, walking into my house and having my father discover her unconscious body on her bedroom floor. I remember hearing my dad telling me to go outside, and my older sister and mother chorusing her name in the background; a frantic cry of, “Donnita, Donnita!” I remember refusing to walk past her room, my own childish version of denial. It wasn’t until weeks after that I finally dared to venture back into the room that had suffocated my sister, and when

back, I was put in charge of my brothers and sister while my parents went out. I was told to get them supper and make them take a shower before a certain time. My brothers, Jaren and Jace, and my sister, Jara, were in the basement watching T.V. or playing video games. I called down the stairs, “What do you guys want for supper?” Jaren responded, “Food.” Well duh, what else would you eat? Jace responded with, “Um, I don’t know.” It is kind of hard to make that. Jara responded, “Pizza.” Of course,

they do engage in the occasional argument over dirty dishes, I have never doubted that my parents love and respect each other. One observation that I have made about my parent’s relationship is how they make sacrifices for each other so that they can create the best home environment for my sister and I. Currently both of my parents work outside of the home, although my mother used to teach preschool from home before I came to Liberty. My mother currently works as a third grade teacher in Henrico

sliding doors I get a cold sinking feeling not even the colorful, cartoon characters on the nurses uniforms can break. It doesn't matter which hospital I enter they all have the same feeling, same smell and same promising smiles. About four years ago my sister was diagnosed with a rare cancerous brain tumor. Four years is all it took for her brain tumor to jump from a stage two brain tumor to the highest stage, four. After reading “The Fifth Agreement: A Practical Guide to Self-Mastery,” by Don Miguel Ruiz

with my sister or what I thought was a deductive argument over taking my niece and nephew to the orthodontist, I argued I wasn't told about the kids orthodontist appointment and my sister said she told me weeks ago, which I have no recollection of this conversation taking place, Deductive Validity and Language accrued because if I can't remember the conversation taking place about the appointment for the kids my sister seems to think I can read minds if I told her she didn't tell me or remind me knowing

decisions. During the year 2008, I was face to make a major decision. My mother, Glenda, and my step-father, Jr., where arguing for hours from as late as 11 pm to 2 am, with my adolescent sisters crying and begging me to do something. I took it upon myself to be the adult in the situation. My significant decision was giving my mother the ultimatum to leave my step-father or I was moving out to another family member’s home because I wanted to protect my little sisters from the dysfunctional environment. This