My reliance. My weakness.

Vanya Sagi

Mrs.Hill

Pre-Ap ILA- 8

April 18 2019

My reliance. My weakness.

I rely on my parents.

It’s no secret.

I need them to buy clothes for me.

I need them to pay for my classes.

I need them to feed me.

I need, I need, I need.

Eventually I want from my parents.

I want the latest electronic gadget.

I want different food, piping hot cuisine everyday.

I want their attention to be on me and me alone.

I want merchandise from my favorite band.

From an infant incapable of anything, to a child incapable of everything, my life slips out of my expectant fingers and drags behind others.

I believe that reliance is a crutch that cripples you.

A person will drown if they rely on another to keep them afloat. They have to kick their legs and pump their arms and strain unless they’d rather sink.

I wasn’t an easy kid and I knew it as my parents would sigh everyday staring at either a computer or paper sometimes even both, but still took time to play with me and humor my childish requests.

  As I grew older, so did the the haggardness on their faces until my brother was born. All of a sudden, the creases disappeared and were replaced by smiles and laughter. I want to say that I was grateful for it and glad about my brother but that wasn’t true all. It felt like the lifejacket that kept me floating was suddenly taken from me in the form of a baby. I was drowning in my own jealousy and it made me unsteady and unsure about everything I did.

My reliance on my parents stripped me of my independence and made me realize that I had never felt more weak than I had at that moment.

So I decided to not to rely on them.

I need food.

I made a slightly charred but edible sandwich after burning myself 3 times.

I want a new pack of colored pencils.

I got second place and a new pack of markers after hours repeating of basic drawing techniques

I believe that reliance is a crutch that cripples you.

Unless you decide not to rely on that crutch forever and try to walk on your own.

A person will drown if they rely on another person to keep them afloat. They have to kick     their legs and pump their arms and strain unless they’d rather sink.

    Unless you swim for an island where you can build your own little kingdom.

I rely on my parents.

It’s no secret.

But at least I can rely on myself now too.