Personal Narrative Essay

In the warm chaos of the delivery room at the Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, I was alone for five minutes. I basked in the limelight, but was quickly interrupted by two more loud, scrawny babies. My spotlight was not shared for long though; a week after my birth, I was taken home. I was nameless (going by Charlie Brown and Wrinkle Head), content to be the center of my parents’ attention, and alone for one last time. Ten days later, Matthew and Josephine were brought home and stole my spotlight once again. These trespassers turned out to be my brother and sister, and my life as a triplet began. As we grew, we became an inseparable unit. We melted down on airplanes, shrieked in department stores, and helped each other sneak out of our shared crib to prolong play and escape bedtime, typically leaving me, the biggest, alone and stranded. (My mother’s favorite …show more content…
I wanted people to know I wasn’t just a piece of a three-part special. I wanted to be known by my own name. My siblings and I were all motivated to discover a passion in our lives and pursue it, but I found it especially hard to do so when constantly being associated with my brother and sister. Curious strangers often asked how I differ from my siblings, attempting to find superficial variations that distinguish me from them, but it is incredibly frustrating trying to differentiate myself from Matthew and Josephine based purely on physicalities. We have unique ambitions, fears, strengths, and weaknesses; we are no more alike than any other set of siblings in the world. To cram the three of us in the same box is to deny our individuality. I want to tell people that I love to learn, have a passion for baseball, and want to pursue a career in business. Nonetheless, people never seem to be interested in those things. They are more intrigued by the dynamic of me being a triplet than they are personally interested in