This essay is about my older brother, and how I remember how he treated me, and the memory we had

Rummaging through the attic with the hope of finding old toys, I came across three large boxes filled with photo albums. I opened the first album to find it to be baby pictures of my older brother. Page after page I flipped through each album, anxious to find pictures of myself. I became increasingly disappointed as I found pictures of me to be rare. I went to my room to retrieve a much smaller album …showed first 75 words of 1251 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1251 total…aced in unfamiliar surroundings I am accepting of events and situations around me, yet still observant, always having my own opinions. When necessary, I have the courage to speak my mind and defend myself from unjust circumstances. Though I have to work four times as hard to be on level grounds, as twice as hard only gets me half way, I put forth that effort to gain my right at the fair chance to grow.