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If you didn’t know me, if you were someone walking past me on the street, you couldn’t be able to tell what has happened in my life, the events hidden beneath my blue green eyes. There are a couple of key events that have happened in my life, ones that would change me forever.

            When I was about three years old, I moved from Texas, where I was born, to Newark, Delaware. Even though I was at a young age, I still remember it clearly. First there was my family preparing and planning to move. When I heard them talk about it I never realized whats it really was. I was so young I couldn’t decipher theier words to find the puzzle that would soon unfold to show a tapestry of black and gray that I would soon be entrapped in. I finally realied it when we picked out the big pink house. I cried and said I hated it. It was only because I was so childish; I couldn’t have imagined living anywhere else but Texas. The black of anger was creeping farther into the quilt, a dark sickness that I would never be rid of. I remember crying in front of the tattered brick walls keeping all of my previous memories locked inside of it. I said goodbye to the fluffy gold fur of the dog next door. Most of all I remember the atmosphere that entrapped us as we were driving away. Silence, complete silence. No one spoke or said anything, even though there was so much to say. Delaware is so different from Texas. Texas is warm, sticky and hot. When your there it feels like you are wrapped in an endless carpet of warmth. Delaware, when we arrived, was rain. Constant rain. It appeared so dull and boring. You could tell that my older sister, Cecilia, and I were sad, but my parents were just hiding their sadness in the hope of what was to come.

            If you asked me when I was the most afraid in my life, I would say when I was in a car crash. I was in second grade, and my mom was just trying to get my sister and I on the bus. My bus stop was just outside of a fancy nieghborhood sign, on that was about five times my height. She was trying to get to the other side of the small road we were driving on the try and do a u-turn to get out of the neighborhood. She thought the bus wasn’t coming, it was very late. Then we saw the bus go past us. The driver didn’t even stop to see if we were at the stop. My mom followed it, but first she had to cross a big main road before she could get on its talk. We had both windows open, and the air smelled like a mixture of freshly cut grass and gasoline. If you mix those two colors together you get my tapestry, a brown murky green. There was a little house across the road. It made the turning hard because you had to go strait across the road and then make a sharp turn so you wouldn’t hit its mailbox. My mom started across. It seemed like forever before I noticed a car speeding our way, not making any attempt to stop. It was a huge van, and ugly one. Dull brown and an ugly red streak coming across both sides.  I screamed as the car hit us. I couldn’t see anything. All I could see was a huge blur of the windows breaking and us sliding in everywhere, the car wanting to go in two directions at once. I was sitting in bench seat, the one that was between and passenger and drivers seat. My sister was on my right and my mother was trying to keep the car on the road in the drivers seat. She failed to do so. My mother and sister’s heads banged mine as we tumbled off the road. I thought we were going to tip over. The car was already halfway on its was to going on its side. I don’t know how it happened, but it finally gave a tremendous thud on the damp earth, no the hard road you would expect. I tumbled out of the car and saw a ixture of the murky green that made up my tapestry, gasoline and grass, along with the red of blood dripping from my body. Everyone makes the wrong choices, and going across the road just then, that was my mothers bad choice.

            When everyone is in the fifth grade, that all have a very important choice to make, one that will definitely change the course of their life forever. They need to choose a Middle School to attend. When I was at this point in my life I was currently attending Brandywine Springs Elementary School. I had a couple of close friends, true, but most of the people I didn’t like were all going to H.B. Dupont. Then I recalled a school that my older sister Cecilia tried out for, but didn’t make it into. It was a school dedicated to the Fine Arts. I myself had always wanted to go to an arts school. I knew that Cab Calloway was the perfect school for me. I tried for communication arts major because I had always been the top of my class in creative writing, and inspiration came very easily to me. I had trouble deciding what to do for a minor. My two top choices were dance and vocal. I had been singing and dancing my whole life. The only reason why I chose Vocal is because I could sing one of my favorite Broadway songs; Somewhere Over the Rainbow from The Wizard of Oz. This time has my tapestry in a confused blaze of blue, purple, gold and white. All these symbolize the passing of things, day to night, months to years, the passing of time, and most importantly change. Changing something that I had been expecting since the day I was born was a huge change. Soon there would be an even bigger change in my life.

            Two years later, my baby sister was born. I wasn’t expecting her to come until three days later, and I was expecting a natural birth. I had just been caught for a dress code violation on a short skirt, so when I was called up to the office again, I thought I as in a great deal of trouble. When Mrs. Angie, the school secretary, told me I had a phone call, I was taken aback. I reached for the phone and found that it was my father on the other line. “So I am in trouble,” I thought to myself. I thought they called my dad. But I was wrong. “Marilyn, I have some news to tell you.” By the grave tone of his voice I thought something terrible had happened. “Your mother and the baby had a checkup today,” he began, “The baby was fine.” O.K. I thought, is that all he had to tell me. “But your mother has run out of water. She will have to have a C-Section at 8:00 pm today.” The big news. I was scared. A C- Section as major surgery, but I knew she would be all right. The next day there was a baby out of my mother’s womb and into the world. But there were two things about this baby, so this baby could not be discharged. Grace, my new baby sister, had Down syndrome, and two holes in her heart. She would have to undergo heart surgery before she could be discharged. I was apprehensive the whole day of the surgery. I had not seen my baby sister yet, but all the same, I was afraid. When I arrived home, my parents informed me that she was all right, the surgery was successful. It had only lasted twenty-two minutes. I saw pictures of all the tubes attached to her. By this I was not scared, but just happy that she was alive and thriving. I remember the first time I held her. I went with my mother; Grace was the happiest baby I had ever seen in my whole life. Smiles were all you could see on her little face. Her smile is the reason I look forward to coming home every day.

            Here I give you a simple recount, a tiny taste of the tapestry they call my life.