My Current Perspective of My Life at Eight
My current perspective of my life at eight By Maria
Spring of 1995, I was eight years old. On this day I was especially excited, my parents just got a phone call regarding 2 foster children that needed a home. We were told they were a little younger than what my parents had expected, Holly was two and Ceria also known as Ce was one. I was told I would get to be their big sister for the time that we got take care of the girls. We didn’t know how long we would have to take care of the two girls, but we knew it would be until their family was capable of taking care of them. Till then we were in for some good times.
These two little girls brought me so much perspective even at such a young age. At this time in my life I got to learn how to help others and being my parent’s assistant when they were busy. I first learned how to change the dreaded dirty diaper. Most kids at this age, sibling or not would kick and scream at the thought of a nasty-smelly poopie diaper, and by the time they were done arguing the parents have done the job. Yes it was yucky but if it were I, I wouldn’t want to sit around all day in that pile of mess. Things that also fell into place were feedings, play time, and teaching kids that age the normal stuff like words and numbers. One day my parents and I woke up to an especially exciting morning. We came out at about 7am and found that both of the girls were sound asleep in their beds but covered in all this goopy stuff. After going into the kitchen we saw that the whole bunch of bananas were missing. Apparently somewhere in the middle of the night or early morning Holly got out of bed, climbed over the security gate leaving her room and over the security gate going into the kitchen, grabbed the bananas and brought them back to bed. Both girls were covered head to toe in mashed bananas, it was very challenging to clean up that crazy morning.
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Spring of 1995, I was eight years old. On this day I was especially excited, my parents just got a phone call regarding 2 foster children that needed a home. We were told they were a little younger than what my parents had expected, Holly was two and Ceria also known as Ce was one. I was told I would get to be their big sister for the time that we got take care of the girls. We didn’t know how long we would have to take care of the two girls, but we knew it would be until their family was capable of taking care of them. Till then we were in for some good times.
These two little girls brought me so much perspective even at such a young age. At this time in my life I got to learn how to help others and being my parent’s assistant when they were busy. I first learned how to change the dreaded dirty diaper. Most kids at this age, sibling or not would kick and scream at the thought of a nasty-smelly poopie diaper, and by the time they were done arguing the parents have done the job. Yes it was yucky but if it were I, I wouldn’t want to sit around all day in that pile of mess. Things that also fell into place were feedings, play time, and teaching kids that age the normal stuff like words and numbers. One day my parents and I woke up to an especially exciting morning. We came out at about 7am and found that both of the girls were sound asleep in their beds but covered in all this goopy stuff. After going into the kitchen we saw that the whole bunch of bananas were missing. Apparently somewhere in the middle of the night or early morning Holly got out of bed, climbed over the security gate leaving her room and over the security gate going into the kitchen, grabbed the bananas and brought them back to bed. Both girls were covered head to toe in mashed bananas, it was very challenging to clean up that crazy morning.
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