Everyone has their secrets. Sometimes it’s for the better good. Often times, however, it’s a daily struggle. A struggle for independence. A struggle for equality. A struggle for peace at mind or anywhere in-between. Unfortunately, not all pain and anger is noticeable upon physical expression. Many are suffering deep down and don’t know how to surface for air. Likewise, I deal with an issue that goes unnoticed. A struggle for acceptance. It is not I who isn’t accepted, but my sister. On April 3rd, 2001 my sister, Anna, was born with Down syndrome. As my sister, I love her like no other. Society, nonetheless, regards Anna as an outcast. She has no real friends, no real classmates, and no real clubs. Yet, in my eyes, she’s capable of achieving
