Professional Diaper Changer

Backbone of the Family
I am basically a professional diaper changer. I have been taking care of babies ever since I could walk and talk. Being a big sister is hard work, but it becomes easier as my siblings grow older, because then, I can boss them around. Three older brothers, four younger brothers, a younger sister, and me, make up the Novak clan. Duties of a big sister include being a taxi driver, mother bear, babysitter, and a partner in crime. The job description comes with hardships and excitement. It can be difficult to juggle the responsibilities of an older sister, working part-time after school and maintain a high GPA, but it is my duty to support my family as much as I can. Part of my role is acting like the taxi driver. My parents
My 11 year old brother, Chris, is a sensitive child with one of the biggest hearts I have ever seen. A hard situation that concerned me was when Chris was forced to switch schools because of a bully on the bus. Sure, kids are picked on all the time, but it led to Chris waking up every day and wanting to sacrifice his education because of an ignorant and vile boy on the bus. Thinking about the dilemma still gives me an uneasy feeling of grievance for my innocent brother. When Chris and Gabe were both bullied for their long hair, it upset me and shattered my heart in pieces. Only I am allowed to poke fun at them. As an older sister, I hope my brothers reach their full potential and make great friends as they grow up. I strive to do my best and help give them the best life possible and their happiness affects me. I regret not recognizing the signs of Chris’s unhappiness on the bus earlier, since I could have acted and done my job as a protector. I feel like I let him
I am the full time babysitter, which means I have to sacrifice going to the movies with my friends to watch my younger siblings while my parents are working late. I agonized staying home on weekends, but since my parents provide us a place to live by working three different jobs a day, the least I can do in return is make sure their kids don’t crack their skull open and brush their teeth before bed. One example that shows how well I babysit was when Chris, who at the time was two years old, wandered out the front door of our house and crossed the street. At the time, we lived in Little Falls on a semi-busy street, kitty-corner to a small playground, and he ran straight for it once he escaped. Maybe I neglected his earlier pleas for me to take him to the park, which caused him to take matters into his own childish hands. When I looked out the window, I saw a baby with dark brown hair without a shirt or pants (the typical Novak men attire), sitting atop the 13 foot high metal slide. A fire and rescue squad car was parked on the street with the lights flashing, which grabbed the attention of neighbors and passersby. “Oh, great,” I thought, “Now my neighbors won’t allow me to watch their kids anymore.” I sprinted out the door barefoot to rescue the wild child. Once I arrived, the officer narrowed his eyes at me in annoyance, mentally scolding me for my poor babysitting skills. I was the hero of the day for