Essay About My Brother

My brother and I were very close. We shared a certain type of bond; we did everything together. Our family situation brought us close as it appeared it was just the two of us against the world. I was almost four years older than he. As the big sister I felt it was my job to protect him. It was then at the age of 7 I realized it was not just strangers that I needed to be leary of.

My brother and I were dropped off yet again at another person’s house. This time who knew for how long. My mother worked several jobs to provide for us is how she explained it, and she had to make sacrifices. All I knew at a very young age is I would rather live in a box with my mom, and brother than to be left with strangers day after day.

That particular day I

I heard the door slam, and then another, and another. I heard a faint sound, and I realized it was my brother. He was in the floor next to me; crying. There was a big lady with dark hair sitting in the back seat looking down at us. That’s when I too began to cry. She tried to comfort us, but there was so much commotion going on in the car. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t talk, I was completely frozen. My brother, and I held hands on the floor of the car, and sobbed to ourselves through a car ride that seemed like an eternity. I remembered there was a small rusty hole in the floor where I could see the road. I must have fallen asleep with the trance of the pavement under us, and the sound of my heart beat ringing in my

I wondered if I would ever see her again? Would l forget what she looked like just like I did with my dad. At night I barely slept. I could hear my father and Vanessa argue constantly. This didn’t seem to affect my brother in anyway. He slept soundly at night, and was rambunctious all day. He seemed happy, and he never mentioned our mother. One of the nights where I laid awake just staring at the ceiling, I overheard my father telling Vanessa that he had to bring us, and he didn’t have a choice. Bring us where? I never understood what they were arguing about. I did hear Vanessa talking about taking us to her parents house in Ohio, but eventually the arguing