Ben's+Memoir

Ben’s Memoir

My 16 year-old sister Lauren always wants to start a fight with me and get me all worked up about something that I don’t really care about. She makes fun of me and it sometimes makes me feel unwelcome at home with her taunting me every day. It makes me want to get back at her, which I already do. Well one scorching hot evening all these mixed emotions changes from how I feel about her now. I was just only 10 years old and my sister was 14 years old, we wanted to go for a walk, or riding on our scooters, we of course chose the scooters. When we were fatigued and ready to go home, I was scooting as fast as a cheetah on my scooter past Lauren and it somehow frightened her. I then looked away for one split second and heard a heart-stopping scream that suddenly catches my attention, I then see Lauren laying there on the rocky road looking as if she was paralyzed, and saw blood gushing from her knees like a waterfall. It was as if I was in a horror movie witnessing the worst, making me want to close my eyes shut as tight as a trap door. But I couldn’t just leave her there; I had to help to clean up this terrible fiasco. So I helped her up, here eyes were filled with an abundance of tears making me want to cry as well, but I couldn’t, I had to be strong. I then remembered my sister had brought her cell phone incase of an emergency, that was the key to safety.

I worriedly said to her “I’m calling Mom and Dad.”

Lauren shakily said, “No leave me alone I can make it home!”

“No, you can’t give me the phone.” We were then arguing like always, she was being stubborn and I had no other communication but to yell to cars but there was none, not a single soul. Lauren even knew she couldn’t make it home but I wasn’t quite sure yet. We walked up to my house on the steep hill and she wheezed, and wheezed, the copious amount of blood was still dripping down her legs, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy at all. It was a fiasco, us walking up the hill, her gushing blood everywhere, and I was in deep sorrow watching my sister suffer her pain. I couldn’t handle it, I just couldn’t, the guilt washed over me, I thought it was all my fault, I kept saying “Sorry!” “I’m so sorry!” I sounded like a broken record player, saying sorry every minute, and I had to reassure her everything was going to be ok when I knew it wasn’t. When we reached home I explained to my parents what had happened, they accepted my candidness, they were just glad I was safe just like most parents are. I said “Mom, Dad, its all my fault ok?” My Mom said “Ben it’s not your fault, accidents happen.” Not only did my parents love me, they loved Lauren too even when she made a mistake as well. It was like my parents were lionizing Lauren, showering her with band-aids, and other things that could make her well, but I couldn’t blame them they were only trying to help. My parents though were still disillusioned that she wouldn’t let me have possession of her phone to contact them for help, and then there would’ve been help a lot quicker. After words my sister accepted my apology saying that it was an accident and it wasn’t my entire fault, and to this day she respects me more because of what had happened that day. My sister still knows now that I will always care for her, and that she will always care for me.