Personal Narrative: My Sister Changed My Life

663 Words3 Pages

When my sister lost her colon it changed me,for what seemed to be, for the worst. From the time I was born to when I started high school, my relationship with her had meant more to me than life itself. But the sicker she got, the farther away she drifted from me, to the point where I’ve grown to resent her existence.
It started back in middle school, where I learned that she wanted more for me than just being an average student, whose set on going to my grandmother’s house everyday after school and watching the Simpsons and Family Guy on channel 6. She saw something more in me that my mother never noticed. And with her hope in me, I carried myself through middle school and 3 years of high school with high expectations of being half as intelligent …show more content…

When she got sick, she only talked or looked at me when she needed me to do her TPN, or throw away her disgusting colostomy bag. I was glad to do that for her, because at the end of the day she meant more to me than life itself. She would get away with ignoring me, yet string me around like her puppet just because she was sick.
But once, her well being became more of a priority than my education, I had to call it quits. It happened on a sunday morning, when my nerves and emotions were at its breaking point with Sherley, my sick sister. She came stomping downstairs, with her newly found authority, yelling for my brother and I to come in the living room. As we sat on my mother’s plastic wrapped couch, we looked at our sister with the utmost …show more content…

She broke me, and got the best of my emotions, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran to my mother and with eyes full of tears, and anger in my voice I said,
“I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE, GO CONTROL THAT GIRL PLEASE!”
My confused and astonished mother, jumped up and tried to settle the heated situation. It was not just about her taking the stupid ipod, it was the fact that she had already taken everything else from me, my time spent with her in her room sleeping on her couch on nights where she didn’t want to sleep alone, my parent’s time spent in hospitals day in and day out, and the opportunities my parents wanted to give me but couldn’t because Sherley’s medical state was more important. So I could not let her take my ipod away too.
After the fight, I was done. I had to let go of someone who meant the world to me but at the same time destroyed every bit of happiness I had in that world. I failed her by letting of our relationship, but heartlessly, I gained the motivation to be better than what she’s become, I stronger more intelligent young woman. And I know in the end, it’ll make her