Our Own Language

Like Manning, my familial relationships are marked by different form of communication. For my parents, they show their love through their constant support and encouraging words. Although they may be a little less vocal sometimes, I never fail to feel loved when I am with them. For my sister on the other hand, we definitely have our own "language that we share"(Manning 148).

Growing up as an older sister, I definitely felt the urge to show my younger sister around and act as a sort of role model. I don't think I accomplished what I wanted and I ended up pushing her around. I guess when I was younger I didn't know what it meant to be an older sibling. In our younger years, we communicated through playing house and playing with our dolls. Through out dolls, we could create any type of world that we wanted to. Our interactions were mostly games like these. As we grew older, the games we played changed too. We left our tiny dolls behind and started using the things around us our toys. Our sleepover nights were characterized with imaginary games and worlds in which we would always find a way to overcome our problems and defeat our monsters. As we grew older, we grew apart. We went to different elementary schools with different schedules. We stopped the now childish games of pretend. After that, our chats and talks were centered mostly around our lives in school. Now that we're both in high school though, we've started to connect more. Our daily rides to school and back home serve as a stress outlet for the both of us as we complain about trivial things in school and also deeper things about friends and family. We may fight and argue a lot over little things, such as sharing clothes or taking long showers, but we both know that at the end of the day, we can always find a willing listener in each other.