I don’t know if life would be different for me if I had left my sister when I graduated from high school. Who’s to say I wouldn’t be somewhere pregnant and with a couple of children now had I not seen what my sister went through with men coming in and out of her life.
At the age of twelve I made the commitment to say with my sister until I knew she was alright. She was more fragile than me at the time our parents died. She was pregnant at the time, and I didn’t feel like she could make it through their death and the pregnancy without me. I kept on thinking about the fact that she had no one to look up to, no one to lean on. The simple fact that she is my big sister was all I needed to keep me there with her not to mention the fact that I couldn’t leave until I was eighteen.
