Narrative Essay On Childhood

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Childhood At the young age of eight I became a very proud big sister to my youngest sibling, Hailey. I didn’t know what I was really getting into, I was to enveloped in becoming a sister. My brother, Mitchell and I are twenty two months apart therefore we grew up close, to close at times. My mother has worked a very hard job her entire life to support our family because my father has a heavy drinking habit which, has worsened over the years. Three years after my sister came into our family is when I became the fulltime caregiver in the family. This time period until I graduated high school was rough physically, emotionally and mentally. From when my sister was a newborn to three years old my parents had family and friends look over us all. …show more content…
Only thing I knew what that my sister was to take a nap between noon and one. I had already been doing laundry here and there so I tried to accomplish more of that but it was hard. I was never good at laundry according to my father because everything was wrinkled, folded improperly, not color correlated and always a sloppy mess. And my mother well, she was happy for the help but her uniforms had to ironed and hung up a particular way, I never ironed because I was afraid to. This was just the beginning of the end, things began to accumulate and I nearly felt like a slave to my …show more content…
The stress I faced daily was incredible, but I always tried my best. While school was out it was my hardest time. I began my day waking up with my mom at six thirty in the morning, I would sometimes make her breakfast and, she would head off to work by seven. This little bit of time while my siblings were snug as a bug in their beds and, my parents were off to work was, when I had freedom to do whatever I wanted. This was short lived, I had to get them their breakfast and clean it up and begin other cleaning task for the day. To take a break from cleaning to make lunch and put my sister down for a nap, then clean the kitchen and carry on with what I had been working on before lunch. My bother would soon have baseball practice in which I would call someone to come get him and, there were times he would go to friend’s house during the day. While he was gone things were much more peaceful, he like to make messes and ketch hand sanitizer on fire on his desk in his room. Summer days got longer and I would count down the days to go back to school just so I could do something other than

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