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Crotwell
English 1A
31/8/2008
Word Count.676
It’s a Sister Thing.
“Get up, we are hungry!” is the piercing sound that rings threw my ears like the ding of a loud noise in the early morning. It is thanks to the awkward hours both of my parents work that has them running to my room. I am a sister, but most importantly their sister. Who are “they” you may ask, well “they” are my brothers, Max, Zack, and Nick. Our bond is strong and our relationship even stronger. Just like anyone else or anything else there is more then one side to our relationship; I cook they eat, I clean they make a mess, we play and fight, but most importantly we look out for one another and that is what keeps us from falling apart.
Coming from a traditional Mexican family, being the eldest of four, and being the only girl comes with many demands. One of which Is to keep up with my younger brothers and their insane appetites. Having brothers is a challenge all on it’s own but having three of them is triple the work load. Having to work around each ones schedule can become stressful and at times aggravating. The thought of breakfast time makes me want to crawl into a corner, having to cook eggs for one, grab a bowl of cereal for the other, and waiting for the last to decide on what he wants becomes a hectic nightmare. But never the less I have learned that patience is the key to getting through the mornings without having a heart attack.
Cleaning is no easier. Imagine a spotless house no cups left on tables or dirty dishes in the sink. Everything in it’s place. This perfect picture usually ends around four when my brothers start getting home from school. Once their in that door shoes fly one way while socks and...