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Every Thursday at 6pm my mom leaves our home and the house is so quiet I can hear my heartbeat. It's my turn to take over. It’s my two hours of being the “babysitter.” Within fifteen minutes of my mom’s departure the house fills with pandemonium. I now take on the role of controlling the little ones. I try everything. From the games to the electronics we go through over fifty activities within two hours. When one of them loses a game, it’s always a struggle. “You cheated!” shouts one. “No you did!” shouts the other. The two fight as if they are playing against each other in a tennis match. Each additional comment heats up the match, making the atmosphere even more tense. I, being the older sister I am, intervene in an …show more content…
I begin to describe how games are not only about winning and losing. “It's about having fun and being a good sport,” I shout over the obnoxious screaming. “Just have a good time and don't worry about winning or losing, it's all about enjoying the game.” It becomes as quiet as an electric car. I try to teach them the importance of life and how important it is not to make everything a competition. They are too young to understand this concept,but I hope when they get older they can began to understand the reasons behind my good sportsmanship. I try my best to live up to my name and fulfill my duties and role as an older sister which sometimes entails me being a babysitter. Being an older sister means more than just those two words. It means role model, caretaker, and mentor. My younger sisters use me as their guide through life, helping them …show more content…
My neighborhood is my home. where I was raised and where I have lived all my life. I have always felt safe and comfortable in it and can't imagine a better place to live. As long as I remember our front yard has been our playground. My neighbors and I have always played in the backyard. From the water fights to the barbecues, our front yards have been the center of our childhoods. Every morning I would wake up to the sound of my doorbell. “Lets go! Come on let's go play!” shouts my neighbor unable to contain her excitement to start a new adventure. “Wait!” I shout back, “At least let me put my shoes on!” And the days starts. First a water gun as vicious as a battle, water balloons flying in from all directions. Then we take a little snack break calming down after the intense water fight. We then head onto our garden. A short walk away there's a small street lined with countless types of plants and flowers that we always enjoy admiring. Every day this happens every day we grew more and more together living up our little lives in our little
Tasneem:
Every Thursday at 6pm my mom leaves our home and the house is so quiet I can hear my heartbeat. It's my turn to take over. It’s my two hours of being the “babysitter.” Within fifteen minutes of my mom’s departure the house fills with pandemonium. I now take on the role of controlling the little ones. I try everything. From the games to the electronics we go through over fifty activities within two hours. When one of them loses a game, it’s always a struggle. “You cheated!” shouts one. “No you did!” shouts the other. The two fight as if they are playing against each other in a tennis match. Each additional comment heats up the match, making the atmosphere even more tense. I, being the older sister I am, intervene in an …show more content…
I begin to describe how games are not only about winning and losing. “It's about having fun and being a good sport,” I shout over the obnoxious screaming. “Just have a good time and don't worry about winning or losing, it's all about enjoying the game.” It becomes as quiet as an electric car. I try to teach them the importance of life and how important it is not to make everything a competition. They are too young to understand this concept,but I hope when they get older they can began to understand the reasons behind my good sportsmanship. I try my best to live up to my name and fulfill my duties and role as an older sister which sometimes entails me being a babysitter. Being an older sister means more than just those two words. It means role model, caretaker, and mentor. My younger sisters use me as their guide through life, helping them …show more content…
My neighborhood is my home. where I was raised and where I have lived all my life. I have always felt safe and comfortable in it and can't imagine a better place to live. As long as I remember our front yard has been our playground. My neighbors and I have always played in the backyard. From the water fights to the barbecues, our front yards have been the center of our childhoods. Every morning I would wake up to the sound of my doorbell. “Lets go! Come on let's go play!” shouts my neighbor unable to contain her excitement to start a new adventure. “Wait!” I shout back, “At least let me put my shoes on!” And the days starts. First a water gun as vicious as a battle, water balloons flying in from all directions. Then we take a little snack break calming down after the intense water fight. We then head onto our garden. A short walk away there's a small street lined with countless types of plants and flowers that we always enjoy admiring. Every day this happens every day we grew more and more together living up our little lives in our little