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     He was not a pretty sight. Eight pounds, eight ounces, and a whole lot of wrinkly skin. I had told my mother that having a brother would ruin my life and this first impression did not change my mind.

Victor was born in the middle of my freshman year. I was not looking forward to it and imagined hours of hellish screaming and smelly diapers adding to the mess which was my life. Not to mention, the little fellow had no eyebrows. That bothered me.

I was determined not to let myself fall in love with this silly child. I had heard sappy stories about babies changing lives with cute smiles and wide eyes but as far as I could see, Victor was definitely not up to par in terms of adorableness. He did not charm me with his tantrums, stubborn ability to scream himself red in the face, or the spectacular jaw strength he showed when he bit me - a charismatic trait it was not.

I complained. A lot. Why had this great annoyance been inserted into my life? But not a single soul would listen to my ranting. My mother was paying attention to him; my friends were paying attention to him; even my turtle, who had been loyal to me for 12 years, was paying attention to him. What, I wondered, was so interesting about him? I simply saw a huge pair of lungs and a disagreeable stomach.

Victor, in short, managed to destroy my life. The world used to be about my education, my health, and my sense of self-worth. After Victor appeared, I found myself cooking, cleaning, diapering, and ripping my hair out. I saw my life slipping out of my hands and into those of an inventive maker of fate - one who apparently wanted me to give up all control and hang on for a long and whirling ride.

Sitting back now and viewing the wreckage from afar, I can see more clearly the effect those dynamic years have had. I have stopped wondering what my life would have been like without this shock and instead find myself strangely happy to put aside my books to spend time with him. His smile is a a reprieve from the duress of everyday life. His small hands patch together the shattered pieces of my life and present them in such a way that even I have to admit every part is beautiful.

I now see a child almost three years old, complete with eyebrows. His life has become intertwined with mine in a way I never expected. Each day I wait to hear what new songs he has learned, to see what discoveries he will reveal to me. He is a liberator of sorts, freeing me from a life of superficiality and jadedness. I have succumbed to a miracle despite all my efforts, and for that I am glad.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category. This piece won the March 2007 Teen Ink Nonfiction Contest.




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xXSHIAXx said...
Dec. 13, 2011 at 10:16 pm

I don't know if I would accept the essay as an admissions officer. (Like if I was one that is).

Don't get me wrong. I really do like it but I'm not sure what I can tell about the author besides that she does have a sense of humor and her love for her brother. Perhaps I'm not looking into it enough, but can someone point out what else it tells because i don't think it tells about the author enough.

 
Kajungh said...
Oct. 31, 2011 at 3:34 am
I laughed all the time while reading this essay! Really funny!! :)
 
musicluffler said...
Sept. 18, 2011 at 6:08 pm
This is a solid essay!  I love the humor you created with the bit about your turtle, and Victor's eyebrows.  However, if I were an admissions officer, I would want to know a little more about YOU.  You described the experience you had very well - now let your personality and your achievements shine through by adding specific examples; for instance, of how Victor liberated you ("All that diaper-changing must have taught me that practice makes perfect, because suddenly... (more »)
 
teeninkwriter said...
Dec. 19, 2010 at 5:19 pm
Well written.
 
reeses said...
Apr. 27, 2010 at 9:01 am
i understand where ur coming from cuz that's how i felt we my younger brother was born. but nw he's like my best friend
 
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