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The Helping Hand
One October morning, I gaze outside at perfectly round, clear water droplets encompassing the window. My sister, Anika, a solicitous and humble overachiever who participates in various activities, starts clubs, and still receives remarkable grades, slowly creeps over my shoulder to welcome me to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Stress seeps through her bold coffee eyes, due to finals the next week, but a curtain of love and happiness blankets and conceals that emotion.
As I visit with low expectations, she guides me through her dorm and explains what each poster pinned up is about. We stroll through the hallway with performing arts flyers, since those interest me the most, and she whispers, while trying to be considerate by not disturbing others, on how she performs with her acapella group in some of them. I walk past her room and smell a sweet aroma. The strong scent crawls up my nose and forces me to peek through the slight door crack. I spot a platter of freshly baked cookies with oozing chocolate chips which are surprisingly made for me. After the mouth watering treats filled with love, we walk to her two hour Differential Equations class; I hope to understand and learn at least one new topic. When we reach, a jungle of numbers on a dusty, green chalkboard floats around my head with no puzzle pieces connecting. One glance at my sister’s notebook, and I start to freak out and wonder how Anika receives A’s in this arduous class. The endless equations on the wall bewilder me, but her organized and simplified page triggers me to ask. She clarifies that it is for me, so I do not become bored out of my skin. I gasp and thank her while she continues to simplify these blurry clouds in the front of the classroom.
Anika’s considerate personality inspires me everyday to reflect this behavior to others. As I go back to finish the cookies, her kind character continues to shine through in every action, whether it be to a family member or friend. Every time I eat, or simply spot another cookie, I am reminded of the caring sister I have.
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