It has taken eighteen years to shape who I am today. Through these years, I have been given the freedom to explore the beauties of the world and the opportunity to express myself as I chose. I was my mother’s first born child, while my father had two children from a previous marriage. I guess that made me the youngest of the bunch, which was great while it lasted. Four years after I was born, the little princess (or demon) was born. As her world had just begun to blossom, mine had just come plummeting down. I was no longer the baby, the first born, or the spoiled one. I was now stuck being the middle child and I dreaded it. My childhood took a turn for the better, surprisingly. Taylor and I got along most of the time (when she was not being
