My Sister

Have you ever thought that such a small amount will have a significant impact on your life? Well, on June 21, 199X, when a beautiful woman's baby was born, the big brown eyes were crystal clear and color was pure. With soft gentle skin and soft brown hair, this cute baby will soon become the most important thing in the world. The opportunity to influence my sister's life may be the most valuable experience I will encounter. Sterling is an important person in my life, because she taught me a lot, she is my best friend, I know that I can always rely on her.

I saw it. Should I say to my sister? My parents will tell my sister. "We will talk to your sisters," they said. My idea led me to take my sister's bicycle to college. They convinced her. Do you tell her? My sister is upset? Does the moon revolve around the earth? Do meteors explode after entering the Earth's atmosphere? I am relieved that they took on the task of communicating the tragedy.

I know that it will happen, but even if it is inevitable, Rushy's phone tells me that she was thrown out of my sister's house. This is a shock. My sister is the only child of Lucy. After I left my father, when I was 4 and my sister was 1, Lucy took my sister to her hometown of Maine and lived in a single mother. She and my sister are their own little family. I do not think that Lu Xi noticed that my sister got in the way, getting in the way, ruling and asking how to ask. Lucy continued when my sister moved to Tennessee to escape her mother. A few months after taking care of a nurse calling my daughter now, my older sister screamed. With drunken anger, she and her husband told Rusi that there was 24 hours for her to leave.

My sister came when I was 6 years old. My father went to pick me up from school and we went to a nursing home. The only memory I had for my sister 's birth was to enter the one - puff box I found in the cabinet of my mother' s recovery room. Since then my sister and I were best friends. My mother, after school, told me I knew that I was always approaching home. She kicked her foot from the platform. I remember sitting on the cradle next to her. The cradle sometimes breaks, her head will hit the ground.

One evening, I kissed my mother when I was a child, good night. She did not come soon; I began to shout increasingly because she was in my sister's room as usual (I think my parents like my older sister). It is deteriorating at a loud volume. Suddenly, my father appeared. He lifted his back as if trying to defeat me with my own power. His face was red, and he told me to sleep silently. Now, as a parent I showed the same thing to the children. He is crying. Everyone of us can not get what we want. That night I thought about my father, how much must I be tired, how can he be able to relax and see the rescue 911 with his mother Father disabled helplessly I must feel and sympathize with my father because his long-awaited night time is entirely due to his child's behavior and feelings. He mistakenly entered my room, he was too much