Personal Narrative: How My Sister Ruined My Life

Many people joke around when they say that my little sister ruined my life. In a way, they were right. On December 25, 2001, a bundle of holiday joy destroyed the one thing I truly cared about in my lovely, lively, little life. My older sister and I always had a strong bond. Even though Alexa was sixteen years older than me and adopted, I felt like she was more of a sister to me than the younger one would ever be. Alexa would pull my curly, blonde hair into two pigtails everyday and would always try to coordinate our outfits, even though she was going to high school and I was going to daycare. However, the tables turned the fall after Alexa turned eighteen. Alexa began attending UConn and only came home to sleep, a major blow to our relationship. …show more content…
Nothing felt the same. Just when I thought my life was going downhill, it plummeted deeper than my toddler brain could have ever imagined. Alexa decided to leave nursing school and go the University of Southern California to major in occupational therapy. I was crushed. At the age of four, I felt alone and helpless. My younger sister, a year and nine months younger than me, did not help the scenario. Molly was a troublemaker who loved to blame her shenanigans on me. Due to her cute face and the way she would bat her eyelashes, she got away with everything and all of her evil schemes were pinned on me. I hated her for that, even though I knew I loved her deep down. I missed Alexa’s safe and serene sculpted smile. Alexa was miles and miles and miles away, and there was nothing I could do about