When my sister began to get more and more into drugs I didn’t
see it as a huge issue, I figured that's just what people did in high school.
At first, it would be a few of her friends smoking weed in our backyard after
school. Of course my mom wasn't home, but since my sister wasn't the best at
hiding things (she would leave a circle of chairs sitting in the backyard), my
mom quickly attempted to squash that activity. As the smoking became more and
more frequent she started doing other drugs as well. After a few months I
realized that my sister was popping different kinds of pills every day at
school. My mom tried her hardest, but couldn't put a stop to my sister's bad
habits. Around the end of my sister’s sophomore year, she moved in with my dad.
This gave me a ton or relief and I felt that I wouldn't have to lie for her anymore;
I quickly discovered I was mistaken. My sister trusted me so much that she
still told me everything she did; I now wonder if that was a cry for help from
her. During this time I lost her as a sister, and our relationship quickly
faded. Looking back, I can barely remember the good times with her, when she
was actually sober.
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