Personal Narrative- The Day My Sister Left for College Essay

Personal Narrative- The Day My Sister Left for College I had woken up extra early that morning to watch it all happen. To watch part of my life that had been ever so dominant disappear in a small gold 96’ Saturn. I watched it carefully, not thinking that these few moments would be our last, but that they would be the last that we were in some way equal. The day that my big sister drove away to college was the day my life changed. For the past 15 years, I had wanted to live and breathe whatever she did. A living shadow, I guess would be a good way to describe it. She was just so cool. Who wouldn’t want to be her? Flashbacks entered my head as my mom and dad scurried around for the last things to load up while my sister read off†¦show more content†¦Ã¢â‚¬Å"You be careful now squirt,† my father answered solemnly. â€Å"I checked your oil so your car should make it down fine.† My sister rolled her eyes affectionately, at the fact that this was the only thing he could think of to say. She then turned to my mother. â€Å"Bye Mommy,† she whispered with a hug. â€Å"I love you.† And then she turned to me. I felt special that she had saved me for last. I smiled at her, and she did the same to me. We had grown inseparable over the past few years especially, but now it was time to say goodbye. I knew at that point that nothing at all would change, that we would still be sisters, still be best friends, still be inseparable. Who cares if we’re 5  ½ hours away? This was us. â€Å"Well, I guess this is it,† she said. â€Å"Ya. For now at least.† â€Å"Wendy, I know you don’t want things to change between us, but I want you to realize that they will. No matter what, I’m going to be really far away, and we probably won’t be as close, but we will always be sisters. And I’ll always love you.† And then I realized that things wouldn’t be the same. That things were going to change, because in reality, she would be there, and I would be here. And then I felt scared. And resentful. 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