The best word to describe who I am as a person is kind of impossible for me to decide. So I 'll pick two words: son and brother. The reason for it being impossible, is because half of who I am is brought about from me being a son, and the other half from being a brother. So to have me choose between the two wouldn 't do me any justice. Nor would it accurately describe me as a person, the morals I follow, and why I follow those morals. By being a brother and son, it brought out certain distinctive qualities that might 've remained dormant. It forced my out of my comfort zone multiple times and will continue in the future. It gives me an optimistic view on life, on the people that I 've encountered, and the path that my sisters soon will follow
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I have six beautiful bundles of joy that are my sisters. Looking into their faces makes me want to fly even though I 'm afraid of heights. But they are so bad. On the contrary compared to the other children in Cleveland, that I see, they are objectively good and well mannered. My sisters forced me to be "perfect" and a leader. I 've never let any of my sisters down and they only seen me cry twice. When they look at me they strive to be me even though I tell them that they could me even better. Upon hearing that I got accepted and was a future student at Xavier University all they would talk about, is how they wanted to go there because it was one of the best universities in Ohio. Which is true when referring to Jesuit universities. Since they look up to me, they would often mimic me, so I have to always have to do the right thing. I have to comfort them when they are sad and tell them to "man up" if they get hurt because big girls don 't cry. I have to dispute fights between them and then see why there were fighting so it wouldn 't happen again though it always happens again. They view me as a perfect being with no flaws, everything that I say is true, all that which I do is always right, and that I know everything. Which is very discouraging because I can never let them down, so I have to make all of those things true. But it 'll be okay, because even if I can’t do it, I know there view of me will never change and I 'll always be
I have six beautiful bundles of joy that are my sisters. Looking into their faces makes me want to fly even though I 'm afraid of heights. But they are so bad. On the contrary compared to the other children in Cleveland, that I see, they are objectively good and well mannered. My sisters forced me to be "perfect" and a leader. I 've never let any of my sisters down and they only seen me cry twice. When they look at me they strive to be me even though I tell them that they could me even better. Upon hearing that I got accepted and was a future student at Xavier University all they would talk about, is how they wanted to go there because it was one of the best universities in Ohio. Which is true when referring to Jesuit universities. Since they look up to me, they would often mimic me, so I have to always have to do the right thing. I have to comfort them when they are sad and tell them to "man up" if they get hurt because big girls don 't cry. I have to dispute fights between them and then see why there were fighting so it wouldn 't happen again though it always happens again. They view me as a perfect being with no flaws, everything that I say is true, all that which I do is always right, and that I know everything. Which is very discouraging because I can never let them down, so I have to make all of those things true. But it 'll be okay, because even if I can’t do it, I know there view of me will never change and I 'll always be