My Siblings

Out of all the prompts from Notre Dame, the one that seemed to pop out far more than the rest to me was the last one, "What would you fight for?". This is a question that I've given a lot of thought to; what exactly would I fight for, and why is it so important that I would be willing to fight for it?

The only thing I could resolve on truly fighting for is my siblings. I would fight for my little brothers and sisters. I'd assume most people would fight for their siblings, as family is generally important and valued by most, but I wouldn't assume they would fight for them with the same passion I would. From a young age, my mom has instilled in me the value and blessings my younger siblings are, that I was destined to be the oldest. According to her, my purpose in my family is to defend and support my younger siblings when they feel they can't fight for themselves, my purpose is to love them with all my heart, and to love them is to fight for them. It would be an understatement to say I disagree with her, and that I haven't taken my role seriously. I have defended my siblings against the random kids on the playground who belittle them for their hair color, against the helicopter parents who don't believe in them on the field, and against my friends who don't understand them. I defend them not only because I've been "born to", but because I am willed to choose to. I love their red hair, I believe in them achieving their goals, and I understand them more than they could ever know. 

There are plenty of other things that are worthy to be fought for; memories, friends, photos, animals, objects, the list is endless. People can care about and love anything. But nobody can love my siblings the way I can, they will never have someone who has their back the way I do. I am their only oldest sister, and I will be there to support them whenever they need me.

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