Growing up was somewhat tough for me, I have three older brothers wich means that along with the fact that I am the youngest of four, I am also the only girl. This may not seem like much, but the truth is that it has affected my life more than most people would expect.
My brothers were known for being a bit rebellious, they were the type of boys that no teacher likes to have in their class and that one doesn’t dream about having next door. When I first started school it wasn’t that hard because none of them were in school with me, they were already in a different one so I manage to stay out of the radar, but as soon as I started 5th grade, everything changed.
Every teacher knew my name, and they didn’t like me, I thought that it was strange because in their positions as teachers, they were supposed to know that not every child is the same and that just because my …show more content…
The days that followed were the most demanding one’s I had ever gone through. It was almost as if the life was sucked out of me, as if with him gone, the happiness that he had given me was dissipated to. I dressed in black, I went to the memorial, I went to the funeral, I did it all but it seemed to me that I was just dreaming, that what had happened could not be true. Gradually I learned to remember him as he was, I told myself that I had to laugh, I could not cry anymore, he would not have wanted that. Obviously, until this day I sometimes let myself go and I sob, I try to understand the unintelligible however it does not happen as often as it did and I consider this a victory not just for me but for him also.
There is a saying that goes something like this : “Nobody can change a person, but someone can be the reason for a person to change” . Even after he was gone he was my someone, my reason. Even after he was gone he taught me how to laugh and that...that is
My brothers were known for being a bit rebellious, they were the type of boys that no teacher likes to have in their class and that one doesn’t dream about having next door. When I first started school it wasn’t that hard because none of them were in school with me, they were already in a different one so I manage to stay out of the radar, but as soon as I started 5th grade, everything changed.
Every teacher knew my name, and they didn’t like me, I thought that it was strange because in their positions as teachers, they were supposed to know that not every child is the same and that just because my …show more content…
The days that followed were the most demanding one’s I had ever gone through. It was almost as if the life was sucked out of me, as if with him gone, the happiness that he had given me was dissipated to. I dressed in black, I went to the memorial, I went to the funeral, I did it all but it seemed to me that I was just dreaming, that what had happened could not be true. Gradually I learned to remember him as he was, I told myself that I had to laugh, I could not cry anymore, he would not have wanted that. Obviously, until this day I sometimes let myself go and I sob, I try to understand the unintelligible however it does not happen as often as it did and I consider this a victory not just for me but for him also.
There is a saying that goes something like this : “Nobody can change a person, but someone can be the reason for a person to change” . Even after he was gone he was my someone, my reason. Even after he was gone he taught me how to laugh and that...that is