Personal Narrative: 13 Year Olds

Thirteen year olds should be out with friends, fretting over who you're going to the mall with, what color nail polish you plan on using, and who you are going to sit by at lunch tomorrow. Not how do I grow up and become an aunt in 9 months. I was not the 13 year old who could worry about her nails, friends, and lunch anymore. I was the 13 year old who had to face the harsh reality of growing up and deal with society.
The phrase, "Your sister is pregnant", played over and over again in my head, as my mom said it. I keep denying it, saying it is not true. Not my sister. But finally, I looked into my mom's eyes that held back unshed tears and I knew, I just knew. She was telling the truth.
The moment I heard the news my mind couldn't stop racing with questions. I perceived her as my idea of perfection. A Catholic, a stellar
My sister did not know what to do, how to tell people, and the reactions of people. She was embarrassed. She would often come to me trying to talk and ask for help, but I had none to give.
The more and more days we spent together the harder it became to keep believing that. I would forget a reason everyday as to why I believed that. Eventually, my sister and I started getting back into old habits joking around and going out more, the more comfortable we became. Everything seemed almost back to normal. But a huge bump in the road still needed overcame, how could it be it be done?
On one of our adventures, my sister started crying. Confused as to why, I let her sit there and cry; finally, she stopped and looked at me. Her eyes all puffed up, make up ruined, but she appeared lighter. We talked for a while, she said how she never believed her carelessness, how she felt like a huge disappointment to our family, to herself, and how she wishes she could rewind time and undo what she did. This is the first time my sister let her walls