It’s 9:30pm. I have a paper due in the morning and a test in the afternoon, and on top of that, my 9-year-old brother is crying for my help. This is my life. Assisting my younger brothers has always been one of my obligations, whether it’s emotionally or educationally. I wouldn’t really call it an obligation, though, because it’s expected by my parents. It’s more in the sense that my parents have raised me the best that they could, so it’s their belief that I should take on their traits and become like them. It’s about acting reasonable and doing what should be done.
Done. That is what both of my parents have been telling me all these years. Something has to be done. Something has to be done about my family. Both my parents came from needy backgrounds and their only hope was to leave. Leave to America. They want a better life, and the expectation to improve has motivated me in everything.
Busy schedule of a role model
I am a junior at Ann Arbor Pioneer High School, I run cross country and track and I am also a part of their Rising Scholars program. I also have a part time job where I have been working for almost a year. Sounds like a lot to travel around to right? Well, guess what, I don’t even have a car.
Most high schoolers only worry about their schoolwork and sports, that’s it. I have to make sure that I am involved in school activities, helping my community and be responsible enough to keep job. It’s what’s expected from me as the role model for my younger brothers.
I’m automatically given the responsibility of being the “Great Daughter Who Fulfills All Wishes,” and it’s scary. It’s scary to think about – the future of the family in your hands, and your only fear is not to let them down. At this point your only hope is to be the best daughter you know you can.
Some days I'm left in charge of babysitting, which doesn’t give me any other option other than to cancel plans with friends. Which I’m totally fine with because, in the long run, my brothers will benefit from having a sister around to engage with, to advise and educate them. I know the day will come when I’m not around them as much, (college!).
Yes, over the years I have felt pressured to be this somewhat “perfect” first child, and sometimes I absolutely hate it, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I’ve learned to become it; to manage my time and get excited for what’s to come. Until the time comes, I will be by my brothers’ side, to guide them when needed. I know that being the best sister I can will inspire them to be the best people they can be.