Being Raised By My Sister Made Me Who I Am
One of the most significant, yet overwhelming and destructive moments in my life was the passing of my mother. I was 10, unaware of everything outside my little town, and I didn’t understand the impact this would have on my future. How could I function without the single most important person in my life?
My sister went to college five months later. Then, it was just my father and me. He was unemployed, so his time was spent with me: taking care of me, and just helping me through the many waves of sadness I experienced following the death.
Despite not physically always being there, my sister took care of me, too. In fact, she has been by far the most influential person in my life. She helped me understand myself and learn about things that were previously foreign to me. I discovered my interest in the arts, and the powerful feelings I felt from listening to and making music.
Even though she wasn’t always with me, when I saw her she would tell me about living in a city, politics, and the importance of my education. She motivated me to find something that I could embrace as a passion. I was absorbed in the people, artwork, and sights I saw—all things that I would have never had without her.
Besides helping me find what I was interested in, my sister also helped guide me through my ~awkward~ years. I was hitting puberty, and had to deal with the whole bras and periods issue. She took me to the store, and stepped into the stages of my life where my dad was absent. She also helped me during hard times at school when I had trouble making friends. It was a lonely period in my life, and her visits saved me from the little social interaction I had outside of my family.
Having my sister raise me during the single most impressionable part of my life taught me to be a completely different person than I would've been without her. Through the past five years without my mom, she has given me new experiences and taught me about life outside my town.
It might be cliche, but I am who I am today because of my sister and because of the influence she’s had on me: in the past, present, and future. I will always thank her for being the mother I no longer have, and for being so much more than just a sister.
By Zoe Scourtes, 15