Essays on Death and Suicide - Death Happens :: Personal Narrative Essays

Death Happens   Brothers and sisters are rarely friends. Perhaps comrades and confidants, even inseparable-but rarely do they actually agree.   Take my sister and me, for example she k tender how, in my eyes, coffee had no rival in the bliss stakes, so shed wait until she knew I was salivating (every hour or so) and shed filch it and feed it to our abjectly grateful dog. She loathed malicious gossip music, so I, in retaliation, would play my raucous selection until it reverb sequenceted off the walls.   You consume the idea.   But we were the only two girls in the family, you see, and very close. Although we betrayed each others secrets on a daily basis we still told each other everything. issue and naive.   When I was almost four, I remember her gloating ab pop out her new boyfriend. I was indignant, invidious, so I got a boyfriend in revenge. vestige phone calls, withered flowers in the mailbox, love notes posted to my door...until she found out Jerome di dnt exist. I never did live that experience down.   Five, six, pick up sticks...the era of the bike. She got off her training wheels before me, so I let her tires down.   Seven, eight, repose up late...by nine, it was boys germs, girls germs...and according to me, my brothers had them with a vengeance. According to them, even germs would die if they stirred me.   Nine, ten, friends again. I got pocket money that year, and I bought my own chocolates, but no matter how carefully I concealed them, the dog always enjoyed them more than often than I did.   Just before her thirteenth birthday, my sister started go funny, sticking her chest out and squeezing her behind in. Shed look at Mother cryptically, and ignored me completely. One day I found a tape measure discarded on her bedroom floor, and still I had no idea.   It was only when I found two triangles held together by a bit of elastic that I finally filled in the jigsaw.   It grew worse...she became moody ...always yelling or bursting into tears. When I asked Mother what was happening, she said ominously, Your sisters a charwoman now.   How come she got to be a woman, while I was stuck being a girl?   Then, I discovered the opposite sex and knew what she meant. My God, he LOOKED at me?