Sandra Cisneros

When I was young, I hated how my parents would treat me compared to my brothers. My parents where strict, you had to follow the rules or you were grounded, no exceptions, no excuses. My brothers rules were laid back but I had stricter rules and punishment. My brothers were put on a pedestal, while me being the only daughter was put on a different type of pedestal. Now that I am older, I understand and thankful that my parents were strict, because I wouldn’t be who I am today without those strict rules. Growing up, I had two older brothers that would always get in trouble. One brother would skip school because he thought he was a genius. The second brother would always talk back to my parents. As for me I would never want my parents upset with me so I always did as I was told. At eight years old I could not ride my bike by myself around the block, which always upset me because my brothers were allowed to go to their friend’s houses which were a mile to five miles away. I could only go up and down the short driveway. During middle school, I would see my brothers always going and hanging out with friends. When my parents and I knew their homework was not even
At first we shared mutual frustrations, why do our brothers get treated different by our parents? Why are we the only daughter put on a completely different pedestal than our own brothers? Shouldn’t we be equal and treated the same? Ms. Cisneros then discovered after hardship of her father during the years trying to prove that the college career for her was best for her future. The feeling that Ms. Cisneros had when her father muted the television to read her story , and was so into what he was reading and asking questions that was the same feeling that I had the day it clicked when I realized why my parents were so strict on me for all those