Personal Narrative: Being The Only Girl

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Being the only girl and first born I was spoiled but not so much that it ruined me. But I was never satisfied with being the only girl, because I never got the chance at the whole “sisterly bond” thing and I thought thats was how to be a great sister. I wasn’t happy with God’s decision, and there used to be times I would sit on my grandmother 's lap and ask “Why didn’t God give me a sister?”, My grandmother would tell me “God did give you sister’s but, because he knows everything he knew you would need brothers in future. So he took your sisters and turned them into sand and made room for your brothers” At the time I wasn’t aware my grandma was telling me that my mom had miscarriages with all the girl’s, and only the boy’s made it. But having …show more content…
Going to the water park use to be a drag, because Elijah and Mekhi use to be afraid of the deep water. So during the summer I started to teach them how to swim, I taught them with a different technique, simply said “swim like you’re a fish or be eaten by one.” I taught them how to hold their breath by standing on my shoulder, then going under till they had to pull themselves up air. Teaching them to float was funny, and soon they got so good at it they were beating me. Now they swim in any feet and love water parks and rides. My brother Cedric excelles in games on and off screen, I take my brothers to lazer tag. Cedric and I will team up sometimes and go after the other two, even though you could say Cedric has many issues he’s the one I can connect to most. When I see him smiling and running around I feel good, He is so strategic it’s unfair. He’s alway been the one who can beat me in board and card games but not checkers I win in that.
I guess the good thing about have brothers is that, they’re defensive over me they don’t like if a guy all over me. Cedric use to ask to go to party’s with me, to be with me and watch out for me. Mekhi used his bb gun and shot my boyfriend in the leg, for grabbing me and shaking me around (we were just playing around). And Elijah has always been the one to run up to me, and ask me to cook. He would find some way to make me feel appreciated.

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