Personal Narrative: The Oldest Child

I am the oldest child. I have two younger siblings who I love unconditionally, but life as the oldest child is not the picnic most people think it is. I know this probably sounds cliché, becoming who I am because of my siblings, but it is the truth without them I would not be the person I am today. When I was four years old my mother became pregnant with my sister. My sister, Madison was born seven months before I turned five. My brother, Leroy was born three months before I turned 10.
Madison was the hardest. I was still a kid when she was born, but I was expected to grow up fast because there was another baby to look after. I did not really understand why I was put second, but I was and I learned to deal with it. I grew up, I got responsibilities, I watched after my sister because she needed me to. I became the smart and responsible one because I had a sibling that looked up to me and needed me to be the best I could be. It was a lot easier for with my brother, it was my sister’s turn to be broody because she was not getting the attention. (and believe me she never grew out of that) I took care of my brother a lot, which led to me becoming a …show more content…
We have been through a lot together. At the end of middle school and beginning of high school, I got really depressed. I did not understand what was happening to me and my family did not either, I was in an awful state. I hated everything and everyone, I cried every day, and I could not face anyone I just wanted to be left alone someday I would not want to get out of bed. MY siblings though, they stayed by my side the loved me through it and I slowly (too slowly if you ask me) got better. If I was alone in that situation, I never would have made it. I gained a lot because of my siblings: I got used to crowds, I learned to deal with a lot of problems, and how to take care of people. I am a second mother to them, most of the time they come straight to me instead of going to