My Sister Hood Analysis

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Sister-Hoods
My mother must’ve known that her children would be great, but I’m sure all mothers make this assumption. She ensured that we were always engaged in the most character building and positively influencing activities. I am a photographer, painter, model, singer, dancer, sculptor, novelist and all that I aspire to be because my mother encouraged me to take on such advantages. It’s funny that now I can brag about having a resume at 12 because my mother not only knew the value of education but also applying what you learn and acquiring experience. Though when I was 12, my mother and I had ongoing debates about cooperating and participating for the experience, and I always failed to understand what the experiences contributed to. “Tameka’s
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It was true that I was spoiled-rotten, and that’s where our tension began. My uncles occasionally pinned me against my sister in “who could answer this first?” competitions, unfairly penalizing my sister for all she lacked. Unfortunately nobody cared to understand why she lacked such life necessities: my sister didn’t have access to the best education or encouragement. Me and my brother had access to many educational opportunities and were privileged to have been able to attend two of the top schools in our state, but my sister wasn’t this fortunate. The only option she had was her neighborhood school (whatever that was) and all they had to offer (if beneficial at all). My sister’s educational oppression is identified in Marilyn Frye’s “Oppression” where she states “ Something pressed is something caught between or among forces and barriers which are so related to each other that jointly they restrain, restrict, or prevent the thing’s motion or mobility. Mold. Immobilize. Reduce” (Frye, 1). My sister was reduced to ignorance because all she knew was ignorance and my uncle’s shaming wasn’t the …show more content…
Fortunately our mothers were close so I was able to cultivate a foundation of a friendship with my sister and although of different environments we were always connected. My sister understood me before I knew myself because as a child you don’t learn to hide your true-self until you interact with the real world and its expectations. I was always myself and she was always welcome as herself because we were sisters and I knew the value of sisterhood from the first adventures we shared. Having a sister who comes from a different upbringing as my own was my first introduction into the many ways the one can be guidance and success, I learned to accept people at their level of progression; not expecting anyone to have the things that I have or obtain proficiency as quickly as I do and vice versa. I learned to appreciate all that I have and acknowledge how I can use what I have to provide the same opportunities for others to acquire them. Through understanding the differences between me and my5 sister I abandon any guilt or pride in having things that my sister may lack and this aides me in accepting the differences between me and other cultures I encounter in

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