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Through a Child’s Eyes
My college application essay on my baby sister, Trisha
It was on May 2nd, 2004, at 11:32 a.m. when an angel descended into Room 102 of the Lutheran Hospital. Waiting patiently as I could in the room next door, questions began to race through my mind. What would she look like? Would she let out an agonizing shriek that would awaken the elders in the next ward? Or would she quietly look up at me, offering a kind, cherubic smile? But I could only process one answer: her name was Trisha.
As the years have passed, I have watched my little sister drinking from my Aladdin cups and dancing in my worn out shoes, and I reminisce about my own forgotten childhood. Rummaging through my old photographs, I create stories of what could have been happening in them, but these make-believe tales fail to do justice to my true past.
I find myself reliving my childhood through Trisha, whose spirit has helped me imagine that I must have had the same enthusiasm for life when I was a child. Now as I watch her discover books and learn new words, I realize how precious these simple, early memories are. I have sought to capture all of her memorable times, in hopes that I can recount them if she ever wonders about them just as I do about mine.
Some days I come home from a stressful day at school and hear her laughter as she swings on her swing set. She…
