My Sister

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My childhood growing up in Greensboro,NC was okay I come from a loving family and my oldest sister was my best friend and we did so much together. I remember her being the kind of sister that wanted to take her younger sister along with her and her friends. A lot of my experiences were shared w/ her I enjoyed every bit of my teenage years just tagging alongside her. One particular day my sister came and got me out of school early to hang with her and Goooga ... (smiley face) and we went to the mall, ate food then rode around the city and smoked weed (laughing) it was so much fun. We drove to a predominantly white side of town gas station filled the car up with gas and drove off ..man we were stupid & high but we enjoyed life. Although I was the middle child I was very protective over my oldest sister because I am what they say "a tomboy" so I don't play when it came to guys getting close to her so in a sense I was more like her little brother than sister. I once bit the tip of Johnny's penis because he was messing with my sister and from that day on everyone knew how serious I was when it came to her. This may be strange but we were taught to take care of each other and that is exactly what we did. My sister was just as protective of me as I was with her. If you see her you'd see me we were never far from each other.

I was 15 when I got my first job at McDonald's working back then you had to have what was called "a worker's permit" to work before the age of 16. My ma who was a single mother with three kids taught us how to be independent so a lot of what kids my age didn't know I did cause I was taught at such an early age, like washing clothes. I remember having a conversation with a fellow classmate thinking they were weird because their mother washed their clothes. My ma worked all the time so my sister was more like my mother that's how we became so close. I respected my sister like a mother and older sister, if she asked me to do something I did it without any hesitation or questions. My sister never treated me like a kid, she always gave me the exact same amount of respect and I loved her so much for that.

Summer of 1997, I'll never forget so much happened but on this one day in particular the sun was out and the best thing to do was drive around w/ friends with the sunroof open and eat, smoke, drink whatever your preference was and soak up the Summer. It seemed like back then especially in the Summer we would go to the store 10x and still have to go back again before it closed... those were the days. My sister had a freshly cleaned grey four door 929 mazda and I absolutely loved this car out of all the cars she's owned. I was curious about driving, I didn't have much experience actually driving other than Drivers Education, I'd take the school semester coming. Man, my sister was so freaking cool she practically let me do anything as long as I asked her. We were coming from the 2nd store run and I asked my sister who I called "B", "can I drive back to the house from the store" she was like, "yea man" I was so excited and I could tell she was nervous. I was actually nervous too but I didn't want her to notice just how much because she might not have agreed if she did. So she pulled over to the side of the road, put the car in park and she got out and I got out and I proceeded to enter the driver's seat of the vehicle. I put my seat belt on, looked in the rear view mirror and cut the radio up.. she said, "slow down and concentrate on driving,not the radio". And I responded saying "okay" and she instructed me and exactly what and how to pull off and I listened and put the car in drive. The drive was going good until we entered the street our house was on and my sister began raising her voice and I got nervous, I told her "quit yelling at me" and before we both knew it I turned left right into my friend's house and hit the tree. Jesus' my sister was so angry with me I was freaked out and scared so I got out the car and ran down the street until I approached our house and my ma heard me crying, and could see I was scared and upset came out on the porch and asked me where my sister was. After the shock of it all, I calmed down and told her she was down the street and we had been in an accident because I hit the tree and her immediate response was something bad had happened to my sister but I told her "no" she was fine I was just upset about the entire situation. I don't remember if I was scared of my ma being mad about the car, my sister being pissed about me wrecking her car or me just hitting the tree in general it was all a blurr an hour after the accident. I thank God me and my sister were protected and no harm came to us during the ordeal but it was an experience I will never forget.

Needless to say, my sister forgave me but it took awhile and I was more upset that I damaged something of hers than anything so I got a Summer job and paid for the damages and repair of her car to make up for it. Since then, I have only driven her current vehicle which is a 2018 Dodge Charger and she offered for me to drive it while she was at work when I lost my truck. No matter what the situation I can honestly say that my sister has supported me, stood by side, and had my back so much throughout the years that I would never in a million years question her loyalty and just how much she has loved me during this human experience we call LIFE.