How Alyse Changed My Life

It was early spring of 2013, and I decided to message a girl who I had heard a lot of amazing things about. Her name was Moriah Ebron, but I learned that she went by Mo instead. She was incredibly kind, and we had a lot in common. As the year went on, we learned more about each other and we wanted to meet in person. It was odd to me, having a best friend who lived so far away, but while her parents were planning a camping trip to Virginia, she was planning a visit to West Virginia. During the middle of fall, Mo started the journey from Delaware to West Virginia. It was early morning and I was at the Kingdom Hall when my friend Shannon, whom Mo was staying with, walked up to me and asked me to go outside with her. Once outside,

After I had calmed down for a bit she asked if she was trying too hard, or took the kids too seriously. I said no, and that she had every right to be disappointed with me, but I also told her that that wasn’t the only reason I was crying. Once I did the tears started to pour out again. I finally turned around and looked at her, and we embraced. It was the first time I had told anyone this, and I had chosen my sister. Not my mom, not my dad, but my sister.

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

My life experience while attending Pikes Peak Community College in spring of 2012 seemed to be moving right along. My husband Larry and I decided to take a trip back home to South Carolina when the semester was over. We arose early Friday morning and got on the road around 5:00 am. We continued driving until we reached St. Louis, MO. We had been driving for 16 hrs, therefore we were tired and hungry from driving all day. We decided to stop at Red Roof Inn. We arose the next day at 6:00 am, ate breakfast and proceeded on our way to South Carolina. We arrived at 2:00 pm at my big sister’s Lillie’s house. There we found out that my little sister Sarah had been staying with Lillie for the last four months. As the day continued into the night, we had gotten some news about Sarah

Throughout the years of high school we always had about two or three classes together. But that year was different we only had one class. She was still my friend so of course we still would hang out. But one day Asia and I were walking to class together talking about our upcoming birthdays and what we were thinking about doing. She was born on September 29, 1997 and mine is on October 3rd but I was born a year before her. Her birthday was the next week so she was really excited, I couldn’t stop her from talking about it every day in class. No sooner than that I haven’t talked to her on that weekend because her phone was off. On Sunday my other friend Tianna (yes we have the same name spelled differently) called me crying hysterically and I was trying to figure out why and what was wrong. She finally comes out and tells me Asia was being sent to the hospital I asked why but she doesn’t know. I told her that she needed to calm down and that Asia did have asthma maybe she could have had a bad attack or something. But most likely she was going to be alright because she was a very strong girl. She was probably going to be back in school Tuesday or Wednesday. We hung up and I prayed that everything was going to be alright and she was going to make it

I attended Squareville high school, along with about one hundred other kids. Squareville was small, population of about six hundred. I, being one of the six hundred, didn’t mean much to Squareville and I was well aware of it. I live with my mom, Joann, and my sister, Hannah; My dad passed away about a year ago. Our, now, three person, family isn’t nearly the same. We used to laugh and smile at breakfast, we used to tell jokes at dinner, and wish we could all be together during lunch but obligations made it infeasible. My dad refused to ever show he was in pain so the day my dad was diagnosed with cancer was shocking, then two weeks later he passed. The cancer was terminal and the doctors had caught it way too late. After he passed things

Sometimes you accidently entangle your life with someone else’s and you think, my life would never be the same without this person. That someone’s name, for me, is Talyne. She altered my life and made me want to be a better person; she also inspired me to realize that every single thing happens for a reason. Now, for a while, I did not even realize she proved this to me. However, one day many months after I underwent a move away from her, I reminisced on that time and thought, Talyne has endured a tough life. Remaining positive thru most of it, she has faced many obstacles and hardships. Otherwise, she, who is a thoughtful and caring person, at least makes sure she does not spread any negativity. Having Lived through a couple of these tough

I felt horrible my sister Alexia and I had a huge fight this morning. Next thing I knew she was storming out of the house, slamming the door behind her. I figured that I would just drop it and let her go on a jog to cool off like she normally does. Who could blame her, though I would be upset too if I had to deal with having a sister to busy hating our mother instead of finding answers. Here I was at home doing nothing that's when I heard my phone go off, but it went straight to voice mail . All I heard from my sister was code red and then a bone chilling scream escaped from her lips, what's worse is that she never screams especially like that. Now here I am running through the forest trying to find her that's when I remembered there's a faster way to find her. My heart was pounding in my chest as I was running back to the house I couldn't imagine my life without my older sister not only was she my sister she was my best friend and all I had

Standing outside in the frigid wind of California, all of us were crying, even my loving sister, she was the spotlight stealer, the friend in good times and bad, she was even our babysitter, she was crying in front of me as the water pooled down at the bottom of my feet. It didn't feel real, just like a dream of nothingness. At the moment, I was looking back at the special time, when we drove here. We were singing, dancing and laughing at my weird dance moves in the car. She was my Idol,she was tough, kind, generous and she was the best sister I could ever ask for. On the drive I didn't realize what was really happening. We got into the car, and I caught a glimpse of her sad face. After we left her I realize she taught me I needed to seize

Meanwhile, my mom was in a difficult situation with her job. Even before this disturbance, she was having trouble speaking to her boss because of the language barrier. The whole family was in a tough spot in our lives,struggling with money issues, as well. With all the hospital bills. I decided to get a job to help out. I was always told at a young age to focus on school and everything else will come later. Yet I knew I had to do something to help . Before I was done executing the idea of a job, my mom told us we were going to the Dominican Republic to do some tests on my sister, to see if they could find anything. With no surprise, they could find nothing wrong, yet there was a significant difference, she was stronger than ever

There goes one of my big sisters, the only one who is still alive, DeDé. Ever since the accident she been asked to perform many interviews, she pretended that she was strong but I know she wasn’t. I believe that she was getting tired of all the interviews, knowing it broke her heart that her sisters died. The Miribal sisters who were only trying to take a stand in what they believed in. She told the interviewer that the memories are what keep her strong and healthy. The interviewer asked some basic questions because it seemed like she didn’t know much what of really happen. DeDé started telling about one of her favorite memories, when our family sit outside and talk at night. I was pretty young because my three older sisters were born after

It was the end of my senior year one month away from graduation. When I got home my parents said they had some good news; they looked at one another with glowing eyes. Were they having a special moment? No, they were hiding something from me and I could feel that something wasn’t right. They were happy about something I don’t think I’ve ever seen them that excited. My mother showed me an ultrasound imagine. I was going to have a baby sister .I asked how many months she was; she answered four. I was so upset that my mother would keep something like that to herself. I tried to putting a fake smile on my face but it was nearly impossible. Tears were running down my checks. I immediately went to my room. I knew that my mother felt awful it was my intention .I didn’t know what to feel on one side I had so much anger but on the other side I always wanted a younger sibling.

I can remember her standing in front of the mirror looking at herself. How she thought she was beautiful, I don’t know. Because the image I saw was of a person who looked like a living corpse. She had to have weighed only 100 pounds, her hair so thin, the black bags under her eyes, and her overall grayish complexion made her look as if she were a dead. As she saw me staring at her in the corner of her eye, she slammed the door in my face. That was the big sister that I knew now. She was no longer the big sister that I could go to and get advice from or have a good laugh with. No, she was too busy with her own schedule and not to mention her terrible mood swings. My older sister

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

April 4th 2015 , for most people I know , it was an average Friday morning . For me and two (1)others , this particular morning was far from typical . A day , sure to never be forgotten , transpired by an event of such magnitude and significance , an event certain to change my life forever in more ways than I could have ever imagined . but will the darkness slithered off the granite counter top . As apprehensive as this morning was , I could say the least to be particularly nervous , being at the age I am which would be 17 . But in this incident where my life changed entirely , had much more built up on it than you would believe . It all started in the 7th grade I remember It completely , but I mean how could I not when it was my favorite class , social studies . No , I actually hated social studies back in middle school I liked the class (2)for one reason and one reason only , the girl who was in it . Having no idea (3)at the time I would be spending the next 6 years of my life with , which I bet is always the case (4)for one couple that trugs on through the years till graduation which we did . In your grade everyone knows everyone , . So it wasn 't like we were strangers . She was more of the pretty dallying type of (5)person with the expensive house and the always strict parents that went with it , which was the completely opposite of who I was . I was more of the noiseless crowd , who hung around with the " cool " kids (6)which (7)is the advertising football multitude