Memoir-+miranda+S

You can forgive and try to forget

You can forgive someone of something that they did to you, but you can never forget the memory of what they did to you. My sister and I didn’t know that one another even existed until I was seven years old and she was eleven years old. When I was told that I had an older sister I was ecstatic. We went to go visit her for the first time in a long time. She welcomed us into her home with open arms. I had wanted to spend the night there so I did. My sister and I shared a room and we fought over who should get to sleep in what bed. When we finally came to reason we went down stairs to eat dinner and to watch a movie together. Soon I realized that she was probably told to be nice to me and to do what I wanted. We would fight all of the time over little things like who gets the bigger slice of pizza, or who gets the lager bowl of cereal. Some of the time I felt as if I could jump off a cliff and she wouldn’t care, I sometimes thought that she would actually be happy if I did. I am sure that she felt that way to some of the time. Her parents told us that is was suppose to be sunny the next day so we made plans to go out biking around their house. So the next morning we ate breakfast, and then took showers, finally she grabbed her wallet full of money. Then we were ready to go. We set off at ten o’clock on the dot. I didn’t know the way but she did we winded up and down long narrow streets. When we finally found Safeway she went in and got the candy I had requested. She returned with in minuets. Then we raced to the park candies in hand. We were so happy we were having fun yet we weren’t mad at one another. We were sitting on a green bench in the shade. We enjoyed the sugar filled snacks. When we were done we weren’t quite ready to go home, we had promised her parents that we would be back by four and It was only about twelve. All we were thinking about was what were we going to do. Then my sister had an Idea that she would take me to the stream were we could hag out for a while. We were so happy to finally not to be fighting, we had fun going up and down roads together. We would race up and down hills, we were finally happy together we had so much fun for once. When we would race she would usually win. But sometimes to my surprise she would let me win “on purpose” as she would always say. She finally felt like a sister to me she became more than that she was my best friend as well as my favorite person to hang out with on the weekends. “Oh no” She said in a voice of fear. I then knew it too we had gone to far we had hit the woods. Then I thought that I saw the way out of this big mess. But then I lost all control and fell off my bike. I screamed at the top of my lungs. She beamed to help me, she held me in her arms and whispered words of hope into my ears. “It is going to be ok, I promise,” She would say “ You know I how I say that I hate you well none of that was true you are my sister and I am lucky to have you,” “I love you,” I told her. I could tell she loved the sound of my voice saying that for real. We loved each other and we truly were lucky to have each other. I forgave my sister of being mean to me but the memory will never forgotten.