My Sister

Isabel Rios carried a picture of our younger

brother in the pocket of her wallet. It was an
uncrumpled, clean polaroid of our brother a year after
being born. She carried it everywhere, adoring it
wherever she went.
She carried her thick, gold ring on the index
finger of her right hand. It is a beautiful ring with
meticulous designs engraved into it. She bought the
shiny ring with her hard-earned money.
She carried her variety of shoes, ranging from
mature and classy to childish and colorful. Despite
turning the age of an adult, she retains a style which
represents a child’s taste at times.
She carried her voice. Her voice is strong and as loud as a spartan but, when she
sings, it flows just like honey. She uses her voice as a way to express herself; when she
sings, it’s unrecognizable and the beauty of it will capture anyone within its radius.
She carried her love. As the current oldest sister living in the household, she bears
the responsibility of caring for us siblings. Although she may seem distant, her devotion for
us is as vast as the horizon.
She carried her beauty. Overall, if I had to describe her in one word, it would be the
word honey. Her gorgeous, mesmerizing features that she owns on the outside and her
astounding personality traits along with her mindset on the inside; they’re just like honey
to me. Her mellow skin tone that reflects the color of honey and her dyed hair that
shimmers different shades of brown and metallic orange in the sun are both charming and
easily noticeable to the eye. Her personality trait is one that is friendly and welcoming, she
also has a persevering and kind mindset. All of these features are correlated to the word,
honey, in my mind.
In the past, my sister has crashed one of my mother’s cars. It was a time of
struggling that we have worked hard to overcome. Because of that incident, my sister has
held onto the guilt in order to improve herself and her attitude so that we could all help
each other. Through the incident, she has used her voice to apologize and give her true
feelings about the accident, she has shown us more affection of her love. My sister has
always been beautiful but, because of the incident, my sister has shown her remorse and
has worked on becoming a better person. Her qualities on the inside count just as much as
appearance on the outside. Through this incident, our bond as a family has grown stronger
and is just as beautiful as my sister is.