My Sister and Me by Evelyn Horan |
My younger sister, Alyssa, and I live with our mom and dad and our dog and cats. To tell the truth, when I was little, I really didn't like the idea of having either a sister or a brother because I wanted all my parents' attention. I remember when I was about three years old I told my mom: "Mommy, I only want you to bring home one. No more." "I know honey," Mom said. "It will only be one … one little baby sister. That's all." When Mom and Dad brought my new baby sister home, to my way of thinking, she immediately got all the attention. "Oh, she's so cute! What a precious doll!" everyone said. But when I peeked in her crib, I couldn't understand why all the adults were making such a fuss. To me, Alyssa looked like a tiny, red-faced mouse. As the months passed, I grew even more jealous of my new, sister. I began to resent Alyssa. I wondered why she got so much attention? Why did she get to stay up late and be held by Mommie? Mom explained, "Emma, dear, Alyssa is just a little, tiny baby and needs Daddy and me to take extra-special care of her." After watching Alyssa for a while, I caught on. Then I tried crying and screaming, but my parents weren't very disturbed. They just glanced at one another, smiled, and told me to be a "big girl" and stop acting like a baby. As time passed, I tried to ignore Alyssa when she was near. I wouldn't share my toys with her, and I wouldn't play with her unless Mom insisted. Later on, I realized, more and more, I was behaving like a spoilt child. I was jealous and selfish in not wanting to share my parents with my sister. I'd been resenting her. When I finally faced those facts about myself, I asked Alyssa to forgive me for behaving so badly. With a bright smile, Alyssa nodded and replied, "Of course, Emma, I forgive you." There were tears in my eyes when she reached out and hugged me and whispered, "We should always love and forgive one another." Soon we began having fun-times together. Alyssa often thought of ways to make me happy, and since I was older, she looked to me for advice on important matters. When I was eleven years old, I recognized the real proof of our friendship. Alyssa went away for the first time to spend a weekend with her friend, and I found myself wandering about the house trying to keep busy. I looked into her room several times, but she wasn't there. I missed Alyssa so much that I fell across my bed and had a good cry. In the past, I'd sometimes wondered how I'd feel if Alyssa were to leave my life forever. Now, I knew, I'd be miserable and lonely without her. I needed her cheery smile and happy chatter, just as she needed me for big sister direction and advice. I couldn't wait for the weekend to end. When Alyssa came home I'd give her a big hug and tell her how much I missed her! I knew that even if we had disagreements in the future, (and being human, we probably would) there was still one thing I had come to realize. I knew that I truly loved my sister, Alyssa. All through the years my little sister Alyssa had cared about me. She'd been forgiving and understanding. As I anxiously waited for her return, I felt happy knowing we'd always be close, held together by our strong bond of love for one another. |
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