about me

Born February 7, 1987 into a six member Haitian family, it was hard to find out where I fit in my household needless to say in the outside world. As many people would say growing up the youngest has its ups and downs. The ups were always knowing that I have my parents love and attention; however, the downs were getting beat up by my brothers and sisters for it. Now that I look back at it, it wasn’t too bad; somewhat like growing pain. I say that because, even thought it suck going through it, it didn’t last. And believe it or not, it even got me closer to my siblings. I can remember one day when I was ten years old, I borrow my oldest jeans which I haven’t seen him wore in years, which he couldn’t even fit in, but just as the sky is blue, when he seen me in his jeans the fight was on. But the difference in this case than any other in the past is that I didn’t “run and tell mommy” but I stood up and try my best to fight him off and as much as I wanted to win, he had beat me up and down. When everything was over he ask me if I was going to tell mom, and as upset I was for losing the fight I didn’t want to say any but I let out a small “no”. The next thing he told me was that I can keep the jeans, so I guess it wasn’t all a loss. That was the turning point not only for me and my brother but for the rest of my sibling as well and it was all because at that point I started to take reasonability for myself and stop hiding under my parent’s wings.
Starting this essay I mention how I wouldn’t know how to fit in the outside world if I didn’t even know how to fit my own household but because of all of the things I been through with my family, it have shape and molded into the person that I need to be to do just that. Because I learn how to stand up to my brothers and sisters, I was able to stand up to those I didn’t know. An example of that is of course after school bully. When I first started middle school there were some kids who thought it would be funny (at lest for them) to make fun of my sneaker. The confidence that I gain for the different conflict with my brothers and sisters allow me to stand up for myself which catch the bully off guard and eventually made him back down. Whenever I think of my brothers and sisters in this regard the saying “what don’t kill you only make you stronger “come to mind. My family had a lot to do with the person I am today, so I’m grateful to my brothers and sisters for my so call “growing pain”.