sjsprWriting

I remember when five months ago my family and I moved in to our new two-bedroom apartment in the city. It was amazing to think that we, my family from the small town of Luquillo, would move to San Juan. It was like moving to New York, okay maybe not New York, but one can imagine the drastic change; from seeing the surfers ripping it in Luquillo everyday to seeing traffic in San Juan all the time.

When we first got to our two-bedroom apartment my parents said they would make a new bedroom just for me… As the first two months rolled by they “forgot” about my new bedroom and decided to throw me in a room with my sister. Think about it, a senior and a seventh grader sharing a room. I guess that when sharing a room you also have to share the closet space, and eventually clothes and shoes. Yeah, that's right, I share shoes with my twelve-year-old sister. It is kind of unbelievable how she is only twelve and almost as tall as me (not that I’m the tallest person in the world, but still).

As I write this, I realize it can’t be that bad. My sister and I will have laughs and fights that we will forget about in the next hour. Laughs that our parents won't understand since we hated each other’s guts five minutes ago. I sometimes think I know my sister better than my Mom does thanks to the room we share.

When I leave for college I’ll remember a few things from my old bedrooms, where I would dream about how my life would be like in ten years. Right now I’m sure that I will always remember the bedroom smaller than Mr. Henner’s classroom and I’ll most certainly never forget the laughs, tears, and the memories that I shared with my little sister.