My baby sis

There was once a time when I thought there was nothing worse than hearing my grandma cry. Whenever my grandpa would go to the hospital I would stay with her and she would always cry about how terrible things would be if he died. And then he died. And I moved in with her. I heard her cry all the time. It was terrible. She would cry when she was cooking or cleaning, getting ready to go to bed, and even in her sleep. It was the worst…

Until the day that I heard my mom cry. I remember the first time that I heard my mom cry, not normal cry, but the kind that send shivers down your spine. She had just cut her hand open. There was something different in her voice when she yelled my name and I came running down the stairs. But this wasn’t the worst cry of hers. The worst was after my grandpa died. After she and my dad split. After Katie told us she was pregnant. After we heard my grandma had breast cancer. Right before I left her. It was the cry of a woman who felt she had hit rock bottom. A cry that lets you know that even if you wanted to there was nothing for you to do to give her back her hope. This was the worst…

Until the day I heard my sister cry. Not my 5-year-old sister that cried because she scraped her knee. Not my 13-year-old sister that I made cry because I put her in a chokehold. No, this was my 15-year-old sister that cried because she missed me. This was the 15-year-old sister that cried because of the things people say. This became the worst sound I have ever heard. This put a feeling in my stomach that made me feel like I would do anything to make her stop crying just so this feeling would go away. I wanted to jump on a plane and head home so that she wouldn’t miss me anymore. I wanted to go home to put everyone in their place and remind them that as long as she is my sister they would need to keep their mouths shut. This cry is the worst.

It’s weird how people can forget where they come from when they have the chance to criticize someone else. They also seem to forget that their journeys aren’t over and they never know what is to come in their future.