Maribel's Life Story

I was really happy and excited when i found out my mom was pregnant with my sister. I wanted to see her right when she came out of my mother's womb, But i wasn't allowed to see her yet. She was born July 18, 1995 at 10p.m. on a Friday. I finally saw my little sister Maribel. She would usually always get more attention than me. But i get that she needed more attention because she was a baby. She would always start crying when she lost something. My dad named her Maribel, But if my mom had a chance to name her, she said she would've named her Caroline. As she got older we would usually fight a lot. We would basically pick fights for no reason. Mom was always on her side, she would always defend her, which would always make me mad. I'm eight years older than her and always will be.

Right now she's thirteen years old. She's pretty cool, she covers for me so i won't get in trouble with mom and dad. One time I came home pretty wasted, I was downstairs, I didn't go upstairs because my mom would've seen me. I wouldn't want her to see me like this. She came home from school, and before she went upstairs, I told her not to say anything to mom, and she didn't. I finally decided to go upstairs, I tried to keep a straight face so mom wouldn't notice anything wrong with me. Dad came home from work, and mostly everybody was in the kitchen eating. I was called to the kitchen because my food was ready. I didn't want to go to the kitchen because my parents were there. I especially didn't want my dad to see me. My sister asked, "You want me to bring your food?" I said, "Uhm, yeah sure." Maribel brought my food and i said thank you.

She has covered for me a few times now, and I thank her for that. Sometimes I invite her to go to the Theater with my friends and I. I usually only take her to the Theater when she really wants to see a specific movie. I mostly spend time with my friends, but i also cherish the time I have with my sister.