Emerging from the Shadow
She stands a staggering 5 feet 2 inches tall, weighs a massive 95 pounds, and has short, brown hair and brown eyes. I see my older sister Leslie. Others see a model of perfection. Don't get me wrong, my sister and I are close and have been inseparable since birth. My mother has kept pictures of us ranging from the time we shared a playpen as babies to just recently at Leslie's graduation. For seventeen years, we've shared every life experience imaginable, and we've dealt with the trials and tribulations that come with growing up. But in September, she left home to attend the University of California at Irvine, leaving me to face life alone. However, it gave me the opportunity to live life by myself as Ryan, instead of Leslie's little brother.Since the beginning, I have gone to the same school as Leslie, and almost every year I got stuck with a teacher that she had had the previous year. Being only eleven months younger than my sibling
Seeing this, I tried my hardest to do well and earn the praise of my parents, but what frustrated me the most was that no matter how hard I tried, I always ended up on the short end of the stick. made the memory of Leslie, being the bright student that she is, easier for my teachers to recall. What really personally offended me were the comparisons made by my parents after every straight A report card, MVP trophy, award or honor at graduation, or picture in the newspaper. Every September for eleven years I was greeted by all of my teachers with the same "Oh you're Leslie's little brother. I realized that she was planning for her future, a new life by herself. What started out as a burden in my life ended up defining it. But with each passing year, the little comments and remarks literally ate away at my identity. It took a lot of time and many tears finally to realize that I had wasted my time on such a trivial thought. At first this association with my scholarly sister did not bother me too much. Last year as Leslie filled out college applications, everything suddenly clicked. It almost made me happy to see older teachers leave and others take their place. The other half occurred in the one place where it really should not but often did: at home.
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