Prompt:
"(Reflective): If you could tell your life story to one person, to whom would it be? Where would you begin (moment that changed your world view)?"
Response:
If I could tell one person my life story I would share it with my twenty-five-year-old half-sister, Heather. Adopted at birth through an open adoption agency, I have only gotten to see her twice, at the young ages of two and seven. Heather is my only sibling, as I am an only child in my small family of my father and I. Although I talk with my biological grandparents on a regular basis, Heather never seems to be around. I feel that there is great potential for the two of us to get to know one another and understand the difficulties we each faced in our lives growing up. There is a bond between us as sisters and I believe she would be open to hearing what I have experienced in life so far; hopefully she would be able to relay her experiences and wisdom to me so I will know a little bit more before heading into my next step of life.
My life story would begin at the very start of the summer after my freshman year. This was a time of loss, hurt, and confusion for not only me, but my father as well. The last week of my freshman year my mother passed away after suffering from a severe case of dementia for a prolonged period of time. Although she was finally at rest, the impact it had on me was an immense shock. Those months leading up to that point had taken a toll on me and forced me to adapt to change very quickly, changing me as a whole. This point in time was the turning point in my life; I experienced something that most of my friends and peers would not face until adulthood. I find this moment the most essential to making me who I am today. If I were to start telling my life story here, I could compare and contrast the care-free, outgoing Elizabeth of the past to the reserved, critical thinking Elizabeth of the present. By examining my life both pre-event and post-event, one can tell that everything up until this moment in life has made me who I am today.
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