My sister was born in 2002, days after Valentine’s day. My teacher tells me to make my sister a card to honor my mother. I scribble down some shabby heart with a red crayon. I feel satisfied, and can’t wait to show my mother. I don’t question why I had to make this card, as I am too young to understand. My only concern is making my mom happy. I leave the card open on my mothers desk when I get home

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I find out that my sister is not like the other kids. She has a rare genetic syndrome. I think it's called Huchinsuns. I hope she is doing well.

 

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My family and I grew close to the doctors. The hospital soon became my second home. The doctors performed tests on my sister. My dad searches up “possible cure for Huntington's disease.” But I wonder why, as I know my sister will be fine. Soon, the doctors start coming to my home. I am used to seeing bloody syringes littered around my house, and crutches for my sister. I watch the doctor pick up a syringe,and I also watch my sister’s blood get sucked into the syringe like a vacuum. I think this is a good thing.

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I grew close to one of my sister’s physicians. His name was Eugene, and he was a tall, strong man. He lifted up my sister and played with us daily. I had a lot of fun with him.We even built a treehouse with him, and at night he was with us and we gazed out into the milky cosmos. But he told me that one day we won’t be able to play, and I will be old enough to understand the severity of this. I just shrugged it off.

 

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My Sister is confined to her bed for an entire year. There are no more times when we play with Eugene, or gaze into the treehouse. I think I finally understand what Eugene told me. My sister can’t sleep without her stuffed animal, a husky and torn up polar bear that is barely clinging on for its life. But at least I keep her company, and we still have a lot of fun with each other.

 

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One day, I heard my mother weeping at night. I went into her room, and I saw her lying in my father’s arms, asking him if my sister will be fine. He said that he didn’t know.

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That morning, my mother and father told me to pray with them at the table. There were no more tears solicited from my mom, and no more tantrums solicited from my sister. We just prayed the pain away. No more broken plates, or no more spilled juice on the table. Just prayers.

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One day, my sister can miraculously walk. But even though she can walk, she decides that TV is the best for her. She memorizes the lines of Caillou, and tells my mother proudly. My mother smiled. Funny, because I haven't seen her smile since my sister was born. The next day, he starts to obsess about the new Percy Jackson book. He reads the whole book about five times in the span of a week. He then proceeded to memorize all of the Greek Gods mentioned in the book, and recites this to my Aunt when she came over to bake cookies. She was so proud that he even got an extra cookie. I didn’t think this was very fair.

 

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I finally understand the concept of my sister’s disease in middle school. She acts out only because he either can’t resist it, or he hates us. Since I was this young, things were simple: my friend’s siblings are normal, but my sister isn’t. I didn’t care why, but it was a fact that I accepted. 

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In High school, an incident occured between my sister and her friend. She took her cinnamon toast crunch, and spilled it all over her. She said that she should eat Lucky Charms instead. My sister of course got rewarded for this, and was allowed to have a sleepover at another friend’s house. She asked all of them if they had a vagina, a word that was fresh in her mouth from the previous school day. I think she scared them all away, and I felt embarrassed to be her sister. While I was in my room, all sulky, my mother asked me what was wrong. I said nothing, but I just felt ashamed.

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