4 months. 11 weeks. 133 days.
Ever since I was born, being the second child, I’ve never been alone. I’ve always had my older sister, Nina, around for anything I needed. From not knowing what to wear to just hanging out and talking, she’s always there. Our memories go on and on and really never stop. When I was born on March 27, 2000, my older sister was 1 year and 9 months old, and the most jealous one-year-old you would have seen in your life. While I would be sleeping in my crib at night, Nina would try to unlatch the bars and literally try to kill me. But with the jealousy (and time!) there soon came love. As we got older, we were inseparable. We would blow off our friends because we would already have plans together. As though we hold different personalities, Nina being more outgoing and me more reserved, nothing stopped us from being the perfect duo. I, of course, would follow everything Nina would do. If she had a plan to sneak away our house, I would be the person following her with the packed backpacks and the snacks. If she told me to stop, drop and roll, I would do it, no questions asked. She was the boss, and I loved it. I loved to copy her and learn from her, which made me the person I am today. She’s taught me how to have fun and let loose, and to not care about what people think of me no matter what. Most importantly she taught me the best thing about having a sister, knowing you’ll always have a friend. She’s my other half even though we’re so different. She's my constant partner even though there’s sometimes competition between us. She can really piss me off sometimes but she's my best friend. It’s not simple being her sister but my life without her is unimaginable. Whenever something good happens to me she’s the first person I would want to tell and if something bad happens, she’s the first person I’d let it all out to. She’s what I like to call, my person. In 4 months, 11 weeks and 133 days I’m going to have to say goodbye to her for a long time because she will be going off to college, attending Penn State University. I knew it was coming, of course, I knew. It just hit me not too long ago. It’s just around the corner and I don’t know how to prepare myself! How do you prepare for saying goodbye to your person? Honestly, I don’t think I can ever prepare myself for what's to come. I don’t think a proper goodbye exists. All I know is that I am her sister and I will support her whenever. I’ll be here to talk over the phone even though I’m a million miles away. I really do wish her the greatest 4 years at college and to enjoy every moment...it just sucks to not have her here. It’s going to be hard to say goodbye but it’s not a real goodbye because after all, she’s kind of stuck with me forever...:)
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Where has peace gone in the world? Have people forgotten what it means to “come in peace”? I wake up in the morning, listening to the news, wondering why the world has become such a terrifying place. We all have different religions, whether it’s being a jew, muslim, catholic, buddhist, etc, but although they all believe in completely different things, shouldn’t we all at least want there to be peace on Earth?
My younger sister, who is currently 12 years old is worried about terrorism. She is scared to travel to other countries because of terror attacks, because of what she watches on the news. Her day-to-day conversation with her friends mostly includes national political talk about what would happen if the communist running for president were to win. She asked my dad the other night if we would move to another country. My question here is, why is a 12-year old worried about politics and terrorism? Shouldn’t she be playing games with her friends and focusing on her school work? It isn’t normal to be worried about dangerous situations at such a young age. But at the same time, in the world we live in, there seems to be a need to worry. 32 people were killed in the recent Brussels attack, along with more than 300 injured people; until now, more than 11 million people have been killed or forced to flee their homes in Syria, which leads them with hunger emergencies as the displaced find themselves without the means to feed themselves. As Peruvians, we feel safe, which is why it takes compassion to truly feel for these people. It’s so easy to watch these headlines on the news and turn the tv off, it’s harder though, to put yourself in their shoes and feel for them. We might feel useless but that does not give us the right to not feel sorry for them and imagine what these families are going through. This is why I question today’s society. I am not an expert on everything happening with ISIS or other terrorist groups, but I do know it bothers me that they struggle to have compassion for others and completely deny any peace between their own country. We are all here for such little time, why kill innocent people? I wonder because it is becoming harder and harder to explain such violence to the younger generation. All we can do is hope it ends soon so our world can be reminded again what it feels to live in peace between one another. |
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