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I was different because I had a sister - Identity essay. [11]
I love my sister. I hope that I always have had, but there was time I wished that she never was born.
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I love my sister. A lot. But there have been moments when I wished she was never born.On the second day of my third grade, my sister and I just got home from school for
a lunch
break . She just moved from our maternal
grandmagrandmother's house to live with me three weeks ago.
So, to help her get used to her new environment, I decided to play hide and seek while waiting for Grandma. Suddenly, I heard a loud "Bang" as Grandma slammed the door and ran toward my sister while yelling, "Go! Hide somewhere. Hide under that desk! Hurry!" I was stunned, shocked and scared. Never in my life that I had seen Grandma in
such face of horrorso much fear . Instead of questioning anything like I did, my sister just quietly
hidedhid under the desk without saying any word. She
hidedhid in that little space all afternoon.
NEW PARAGRAPH WILL ADD AN EFFECT It was later that night I finally found out the reason of her hiding -she was illegally born under China's One Child Policy. Since that night, my love for my sister became distorted as I blamed her for our parents' leaving and me being treated differently at school.
My sister and I
wereare one year and nine months apart. Because of
the One Child Policy, she lived with my maternal grandma in
a rural area where the policy was not as strict as in the city where I lived with my parents. When I was three, my parents left us and
camewent to the United States
to seek for a fortunein pursuit of a better life . Since then, they have never
gonecome back to visit us. The only ways that I got to know them were by talking to them over the phone every day and looking at their marriage photos. Because of their absence, my childhood memor
y was (incomplete) filled with lonesome and insecuritywere filled with loneliness and insecurity . At school, I was the only one who had a sibling and went home by myself and later, with a little sister while others, were carried on their parent's arms. I was aware of this difference, but I could not stand on it - I have a sister, but I don't have parents.
It was not until I came to live my parents and started to help at their restaurant
that I finally understood the real value of
my parents and my sister meant to memy family . They are part of my identity. They are the people who let me see who I really am. Seeing my parents work seven days a week, all year round with such determination and faith in their children's better future
with unlimited freedom , I was overwhelmed
bywith guilt and shame. I finally realize in all those years, It was not the fact that I had a sister that made me different than other children, it was my ignorance of who I really am that let me
feltfeel inferior.
Rather than felt angry by the presence of my sister, I was frustrated by imaginary inner fear of my own difference.I wasn't angered by the presence of a sister, but frustrated with my difference.I viewed myself through others' eyes and I tried to avoid this uniqueness . Now, I am proud to tell others that I am special because I have such a loving sister. I
am appreciate my parents' commitment to invest their life in
their children's futureour future . I enjoy being the only Chinese student in my International Baccalaureate class. I am honored to be the kid who helps at her parents' restaurant all year round.
I love to be the only kid in the room to negotiate the price with AT&T representatives, with car salesmen, and even with restate agents for my parents. --> I don't understand what's happening here. Only kid in what room? Your parents' restaurant?? Make that clearer.
I love my sister. I love her the way I love myself as being different and appreciating this uniqueness.-->
I love my sister. I love her for her uniqueness and quirks, just like I love myself for who I am.I think you have to really work on what you want to talk about. This prompt is easy in a sense that you can talk about ANYTHING. But it is also difficult because you need a firm grip on
who you are, what you are and why you are that. So let's answer those questions.
If you want to use this essay topic, then link the experiences you went through in China and growing up with an illegal sibling to the person you are today. Are you appreciative of other people's different backgrounds? Maybe you're very open minded. Maybe you're a resilient person. Is there a particular characteristic that you think you gained from coming out of such a situation?
In doing that, your essay will make more sense. Right now, it doesn't answer the question very well. But your story is really interesting, and I got a bit teary eyed reading the ordeals you went through! With a bit more self analysis, this can become a good piece.
Good luck!!