Personal Narrative: My Brother Changed My Life

I didn’t want the day to end. I dreaded going back to my dad’s house and going through the cycle all over again. The shift from a familiar environment, then being removed from it became frustrating and tiring. As a child, I had this perfect image of having two parents who show compassion but not in my situation. I got lost going back and forth, I started to lose myself, leaving a piece of my identity behind every time I left one of my parent’s houses. As the years went by, I didn’t really know who I was, I lost myself along the way and didn’t know how to get back to the person I was before. This happy person from many years ago was slowly drifting away from the difficult situations I encountered along the way. As I was losing the pieces of myself, my brother was the little boy who put the puzzle back together.
At first, I didn’t enjoy the idea of having a new person in my life, but over the years I have gotten very close to him. My brother was the light that made me realize that I needed happiness in my life and that I should not bring
I never imagined a seven-year would have such a huge impact in my life, without him I would be a lost person living in this dark pit with no one. He may not understand the situation, but his innocence of not knowing allows me to become a part of the innocence that was never a part of my life. I have become a more compassionate person because I realized that I need to show him the support he gave me and help him in any situation. The process is still ongoing with the ups and the downs, but the space where the happiness was once empty is starting to fill. I can always count on my brother to put a smile on my face even if it is for the simplest things. My brother’s impact has made me want to become a therapist to help other children who may find themselves in a similar situation and give them the compassion and attention that I didn’t have for the longest