What Sunset Sounds Like

21.  Am I really 21!?  Wow. I'm still processing if I'm really 21. Life moves pretty quickly, huh? I always call myself a late bloomer. Being this age right now, it doesn't feel right. Growing up sucks sometimes. More stress, more worries, but with more memories. Memories. That doesn't suck at all when it comes to growing up. It doesn’t mean you have to throw away your childhood memories, you're just making new ones. I get to grow wiser and smarter. Growing up doesn’t mean growing old, it means moving forward on what you're going to be and how you're going to do it by being you.  I've been through a lot the last 21 years of my life. I came home today after school and I broke down. I'm like that. I tend to be dramatic sometimes. It was my birthday with a full schedule of things to do without celebrating my birthday plus my sister's blog post made me cry. Then, I realized, I made this choice to pick myself up and finish what I have to do

Twenty-one years ago, God decided to revoke my "Only Child" Privilege Card and gave me a sister. Everything changed from that point on. Please don't get the wrong idea. Bernice and I weren't close like some other siblings are. I wouldn't even dare to call myself her best friend. With the 5 and half-year age gap, it's difficult to be close. For a majority of my life, I've seen Bernice as my "little" kid sister. I remember fighting with her a lot because we just didn't understand each other. She was the kid who damaged my PlayStation, the kid I had to babysit, the kid I had to help with homework, the kid I had to include in activities with my friends, the kid that needed my parent's undivided attention.  I love her but I also have diary entries that can prove that we fought a lot. My mom would always give me the same lecture after every fight. The lecture usually ends with me getting in trouble because I "should k