She is always by me, showing and telling me what to do. She is like an itch that you can get rid of. Although you try, it still comes back. She did everything for me. She guided me through my childhood, like a light through a dark forest. Although she is two years older than I am, it seems like she is thirty years older. I feel like she is so much older but yet I can talk to her about anything.
However, lately I feel like she is not as she used to be. Someone who I can talk to about anything. I feel like she is my second mother, always watching me. Not like how she used to, now with motherly eyes and she's only my sister. Now she tells me to, "be home on time," or "be careful," but what I want to hear from my big sister is, "have fun," or 'he's cute." I want her to be like she was, and let my Mom do all the worrying. But I came to realize she is great no matter how she is; and I am just thankful to have her in my life.
The first time I realized how much she cared about me is when she lied for me. It was a saturday night and I had went out with my friends. I came home early sunday morning, it was 4:30 am. I completely lost track of time. I didn't do it purposely.It was over the summer, we had went to a party. I came home when I was supposed to, 2:00am, but I didn't come inside. I was outside talking with my friends.
I completely lost track of time because we had a good conversaton going and I didn't want to stop talking . I had no idea that two and half hours had gone by. When I did notice the time, I immediately came inside the house, onlt to find my mom sitting in a chair waiting for me. She said, "go to your bed I will deal with you in the morning." As soon as I got up my mom was in the kitchen waiting for me.
If it wasn't for my sister I would have been grounded forever. My sister came up with this great story, she told my mom that my friend's car had problems so it took a while for me to reach home; and thats why I was home ao late. After she explained to my mom what supposedly happen, she forgave me. I was so happy and thankful to my sister for covering for me. eversince that incident I knew she cared about me, because she went through so much trouble just for me. I knew se loved me and would always be there for me.
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