Personal Narrative: The Things That Changed My Life
When I was younger, I typically received the things I wanted, things such as toys – being that I was an only child – and never worried about hearing the answer, “No”. I had this insane idea that the world revolved around me. Although I still had the concept in my head, that it was all about me when I was informed I would be an older sister, I knew that nothing would be the same. Before I was a sister, I never took anyone else into consideration, and I was never told to do otherwise. I was around four years old, when this news has changed my life forever.
When I first received the news that I would have a younger brother, I was filled with joy and excitement, being that I would finally have someone to play with, that is until I found out some shocking news. After a few months of my mother’s pregnancy, I was informed that most boys do not like playing the same way I do, for example boys don’t play dress up or play with Barbie’s. Once I had received this awful news, I no longer wanted a little brother. I had become in denial and did not want to accept that I had to share my parents with someone else, more importantly; I did not want to give up being the center of attention, which I had come to love. I …show more content…
When I was handed this immense responsibility, I felt honored to choose the name this new person would have for the rest of their life. Even though, my parents had a few picked out, and I had to choose from those names, I had still considered it an honor. After having to make the tough decision, I had decided the perfect name for my brother would be Benjamin Adrian. At first, when I chose the name “Benjamin”, I wasn’t too sure about the name, but once he was born, I was sure that the name had been just right for him. When my parents had allowed me to pick out the name, I knew that Benji and I had created a bond that I knew would never be
When I first received the news that I would have a younger brother, I was filled with joy and excitement, being that I would finally have someone to play with, that is until I found out some shocking news. After a few months of my mother’s pregnancy, I was informed that most boys do not like playing the same way I do, for example boys don’t play dress up or play with Barbie’s. Once I had received this awful news, I no longer wanted a little brother. I had become in denial and did not want to accept that I had to share my parents with someone else, more importantly; I did not want to give up being the center of attention, which I had come to love. I …show more content…
When I was handed this immense responsibility, I felt honored to choose the name this new person would have for the rest of their life. Even though, my parents had a few picked out, and I had to choose from those names, I had still considered it an honor. After having to make the tough decision, I had decided the perfect name for my brother would be Benjamin Adrian. At first, when I chose the name “Benjamin”, I wasn’t too sure about the name, but once he was born, I was sure that the name had been just right for him. When my parents had allowed me to pick out the name, I knew that Benji and I had created a bond that I knew would never be