Reflective Essay: The Turning Of Revolvement

The Turning of Revolvement Eight years ago on a gloomy day in June, I learned that the world does not revolve around me. It was one of the most significant events to have ever occurred in my life. The way I live my life today is because of this particular event. I was home with my mom, and it was just one of those days where nothing was actually wrong, but it still was a bad day. I had a bowl of cereal for breakfast because I did not want my mom to make me breakfast. She was very sick, and I always felt bad making her get out of bed to help me. My dad had told me, before my sister and him left, that I was the man of the house while he was gone, which made me feel as if I should not ask for help. My mom was downstairs in her room asleep, …show more content…
It was crazy that I already missed my brother because I had not even met him yet. My sister and dad had barely met him, and they were the ones in Ethiopia adopting him. I was stuck at home with my mom because she was too sick to go, and I had been guilt tripped into staying home with her. Since it was eight years ago, I was still stuck in my bratty elementary school stage, where there was no such thing as the Heliocentric Theory. Instead, the Earth and everything else revolved around me.
I was mad at my mom for getting deeply ill weeks prior to us leaving for Ethiopia, and I was angry with my dad for choosing me to stay home with my mom. I wanted to be the one meeting my new brother, playing soccer with him in the courtyard of the adoption agency, and drinking Coke from glass bottles with him. What hurt even more was seeing the pictures of my sister hanging out with Mitiku while I was eating my morning …show more content…
It was exactly how I imagined his voice would sound. I suddenly did not care about the picture of my sister in front of Trevi Fountain, the stories of my dad kicking a soccer ball around with Mitiku, or the repetitive breakfast I had eaten the past week, I had a brother, and I was talking to him. Just like that my whole view in life had changed. Hearing my brother’s voice gave me a completely new perspective on the world. It did not matter that I could not go to Ethiopia; I still got to talk to my brother and eventually meet him once he got home. After talking to Mitiku I realized how easy I had it in life. My mom was the one who was sick and was not able to meet her son at the same tie my dad did. After speaking to my brother I felt ashamed of how selfish I had been acting, and I decided that from then on out I would become more