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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Childhood (09/03/09)

TITLE: My Sisters' Mommy
By Melissa Row
09/03/09


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Looking back I remember so many things. Childhood was a word I did not understand. How can you be a child when raising two sisters? I am not complaining…please don’t think I am! Blaming my mother is not my intension. I am looking for someone…just to listen.

Babysitting started by the time I was nine. Baby cousin was the trial run which led to adding neighbors. After moving back to Kansas a divorce dissolved another marriage. Mom was working two jobs and sleeping through depression. I was walking sisters to school and teaching them a lesson.

Not everything was sad as I had at least one good friend. They learned my sisters were important to me. I don’t remember problems as we all found things to do. My sisters tagged along or were with friends too.

Between housework, sisters, homework and such, I became quite efficient at getting things done. I may procrastinate but following through was important. One thing my struggles taught me was responsibility, creativity, coordination, organization and much more. I learned early the consequence and values of chores.

Not to mention all of the games we used to make up! My best memories were of playing house, school, baby dolls, etc. Riding bikes were the best adventures and we would be out all day. Picnics at the park was fun I must say!

I would watch my mother at a young age. Wondering how she got there and why did God not intervene. There were times of melancholy for a mother never there. I would watch her sleeping and wonder why she didn’t care.

There were many times I was selfish wanting to go out with friends. All my school trips missed out of love for my family. No one ever knew though as I kept it inside. What good would it do, I secretly wished I could go but…lied.

Through the years I never regret having my sisters and caring so. God gave me gracious, loving, compassion and strength. He had a plan for me long before I knew. Each and every year I missed…I spiritually grew.

Late at night when memories begin to invade. My days are so empty with both of them gone. I feel so empty, alone and misplaced. My sisters I raised now they have their own home. I think of the mommies they have turned out to be. Smiling through the tears…I’m an Auntie!!!


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Joanne Sher 09/12/09
Sounds like you life was a bit tough, but you are certainly reaping rewards. Thanks for sharing!
Margaret Gass09/12/09
How wonderful that you are able to assume the role you were meant to have--auntie! It is a testimony to your strength and faith that your sisters are in their own homes. I like that you can see that you were growing in Him as you grew up so fast. Thanks for sharing, and please keep writing.
Marylea Monroe09/14/09
Your story is touching and I think could be developed into something a little longer. Keep writing. The paper and pen or screen and keyboard are always good listeners.
Laurel Rogers09/15/09
Your writing is very lyrical. Although written in prose, it would, I think, do very well in a tightened poem as well.
Shilo Goodson09/16/09
I love how your article shows the emotion and love that you feel. You did a good job of allowing us to feel the way that you felt.
Lisa Johnson 09/16/09
I, too, thought the story felt like poetry in places. Thank you for sharing such strong emotions, as you shared your story.
there were just a few spelling and grammar errors, but they did not detract from the story. Keep writing.