I walk
through the ,what seems like forever hallways. Anticipation rises through my
body . Searching for the room number. My mind running in all directions. But
four words keep repeating “I’m a big sister” . The ride on the elevator is excruciating.
I Stepped out onto the slick floor. My winter boots flopped onto the floor. But
only one thing mattered , seeing her. There it was, the room that holds her, my
sister. I knock slowly hoping not to
disturb anyone. I hear my mother’s frail voice call “Come In”. I tiptoe in past the curtain and I see a
small pink blanket in my mother’s arms. There she Is , my baby sister Grace.
Four years
later I’m in the same position , same hospital. But now I’m walking along with
my sister grace. She seems to be much more excited, the same way I was. We get
to the door and I see something crazy. Grace is acting the same way I did when
I came to see her the first time. Slightly knocking and waiting for a answer.
When she hears one she tiptoes in. Me following close behind. Before me I see
my life as a single child , to a big sister to two fabulous young ladies. How
blessed I was.
We Fight,
Scream and Are not the nicest to each other all of the time. But in the end we
are sisters and we need each other. In the long run we will always have each
other to lean on. It’s hard to be the Big Sister all the time , I’m not going
to lie. Always being a role model ? Always doing the right things? No of course
not , I mess up. But I love my two
little sisters Livy and Grace.
-Klaire Ledger
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