Living in His Glow
Being a little sister defines who I am in almost every aspect of my life. It has made me a better person yet also shown all my bad parts. I am the little sister to an nineteen year old all American boy named Jack. Jack has been my savior, life line, best supporter, worst enemy, and best friend all wrapped in one. Jack is so all American it is almost like he was made in a factory. He was star quarterback of our high school, highly intelligent, never back talked my parents, and now is the star of his fraternity at Mississippi State University. Jack is a kind and smart person, who truly embodies the phrase living in the moment. Jack never takes anything for granted and does every thing with the fullest possibility. He is everything I
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How could I not be jealous? The thing that real got me was the fact that after college Jack was really gone. He go off get married and have kids and have his own life. I consistently thought this is it, this the last time I'll come home to Jack at the dinner table doing homework, or this the last time I'll have him home just on Monday school night. It killed me to think me and Jack will never be as close as we are leaving under this roof. I also felt such happiness about Jack moving out bc it meant he got to be free. Honestly, Jack hated the small town we lived more than I did. He deserved a better live than the life in this small town. So when it became time for Jack to leave I was mixed with sadness and pride but pride won out because even if I was still stuck here, at least he was not. I coped with Jack being gone the best I could. I focused on school and sports. I still am so ready to leave like Jack did. I am consistently counting down the days till I'm free. I'm still green with envy although it maybe a lighter hue. I question Jack about a million things when he comes home just trying to get a look in to his new life. Jack does not come home often and I do not blame him. I plan on being the same way
How could I not be jealous? The thing that real got me was the fact that after college Jack was really gone. He go off get married and have kids and have his own life. I consistently thought this is it, this the last time I'll come home to Jack at the dinner table doing homework, or this the last time I'll have him home just on Monday school night. It killed me to think me and Jack will never be as close as we are leaving under this roof. I also felt such happiness about Jack moving out bc it meant he got to be free. Honestly, Jack hated the small town we lived more than I did. He deserved a better live than the life in this small town. So when it became time for Jack to leave I was mixed with sadness and pride but pride won out because even if I was still stuck here, at least he was not. I coped with Jack being gone the best I could. I focused on school and sports. I still am so ready to leave like Jack did. I am consistently counting down the days till I'm free. I'm still green with envy although it maybe a lighter hue. I question Jack about a million things when he comes home just trying to get a look in to his new life. Jack does not come home often and I do not blame him. I plan on being the same way