Essay About Family: A Portrait of a Sister :: Personal Narrative essay about my family

A Portrait of a Sister Sitting at my desk, arduous to organize all my server sales reports from work, photo-copied papers, coupons, gift-certificates and important receipts, I start laughing to myself at how much I am like my baby. The sound of her diffuse voice echoes through my mind, Lee, photo-copy all these documents, and dont forget to keep your receipts. That is my sisters fetish anything important must be photocopied, unless a sin. Its those little things she says and does that I have always teased her about that I find myself doing now. I glance up tone on my desk for the FAFSA document, and the picture of my sister and me driving the cardboard school bus catches my eye. January 1988Sitting in my living room, my grandma and mom were taking down the Christmas decorations, and putting them in cardboard boxes. My sister always had my grandmas creativity, which they both passed on to me. My sister turned to me and said, I have a fun project for us, Lee. Rolling my eyes and looking back over my shoulder, to my sister, I said, Oh, no way. Last time you had a fun project I ended up having my hands tied tardily my back. She informed me that it would be really fun, she swore. The whole week we secretly stashed cardboard boxes in the closet in our room, and then we cut out all disparate shapes. The shapes together were going to make up a school bus. Since my mom is a schoolteacher we stole her paint, and later that week we painted the cardboard yellow. ii weeks later, we presented our project to my mom and grandma at dinner. We were so proud of ourselves. Looking back now, I remember that the school bus was our favorite toy for that week. I also remember that the following week my sister had a new project. May 1996 My first week of JV Kickline tryouts. I come residence and say, We have a mission on our hands. I tell her it is now time to make me the next member of the Bethpage JV Kickline team. During that whole week of tryouts, I am pract ically in house arrest. I think this is when my sister really teaches me that no one is perfect and she shows me how to use my strongest strength.