Its ok, just tell your little brother you couldnt pick him up cuz u were getting high, he'll understand.

Without my family I would not be the person I am today. Despite the good times and the bad times they are always going to be my family. Sometimes I think of myself as fortunate, even though sometimes it was a struggle to grow up and be mature. Throughout all my experiences I have learned what it means to be a sister and a mentor.

My sister has always been my main rival. Even from the day she was born everybody tells me when my grandmother brought her home she was holding her in her arms and I thought she was a doll. I reached out to look at what my grandmother was holding and everyone was saying “It’s your sister.” According to the story I looked at her and pushed her away. That was the beginning of our rivalry. My earliest memories are being little and I was always extremely jealous of her. Every toy she had I wanted. It always bothered me too because my grandmother would dress us up to match each other, so everybody thought we were twins. Since we are close in age to this day we still are mistaken for twins sometimes. I always had to be different from her. She was always a straight A student, and my dad doted on her. I on the other hand was extremely temperamental and fought with my dad constantly. However we get along more now that we are older and more mature, and even though we still compete and fight we will still often tell each other I love you.

I have three younger half brothers. It is hard to explain but my mother got pregnant three more times after she divorced my dad with different men. She may have not always made the right choices in life, but I love my brothers. Since I am the oldest of all the children I am always the babysitter, the one in charge, and the example. This title is sometimes good and sometimes bad. If I make a mistake it is used as the example for everyone. Trust me; I have made a lot of mistakes. Sometimes I feel more like the role of mom and my mom is more the role of sister. She is 40 years old but she parties like she is 20 still. This is fun because I like having a mom who is like my sister. Sometimes it’s not fun when my brothers are calling me telling me “Mom left for a couple days and we are hungry can you bring us food?” Then I have to be the one in charge and take them to school or bring them food or help them with their homework. I try my best but I always feel guilty when I can not be there. Sometimes I have to be the one in charge, if they fight with each other I usually have to step in. If my mom is being too rough I usually have to comfort them after. However, through all the experiences I understand my role as sister because of all my siblings.

If my immediate family were not enough I also have a new title as step sister to a younger step sister and step brother. My dad recently remarried and it’s been a new adjustment in my life. My mom is extremely jealous of my dad’s new wife and I constantly have to tell her I know she is my real mom and I love her more just to reassure her that my new step mom hasn’t replaced her love. Once again I am the example for my younger step sister. I am five years older and I have talks with her and try and tell her about my experiences in case she ever needs help. My sister and my step sister do not get along so once again I am the mediator for all the fighting and the peace keeper. Though as confusing and hectic as it is with my family I am always the same role, which is older sister.