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MERGEFORMATINET My family and I in Universal StudiosMy sisters-in-law are close to me, so close I don’t even think it so, but I know it is true. It’s not my parent’s fault. They had them in separate marriages before the current union. Even so, they were not the ones who had divorced. It was the opposite partner. Even though they aren’t my direct relatives, I love them as my own blood.Sherma, the eldest, is on my mother’s side. Velma is as preceding. “Sasha,” her real name is Danielle, is on my father’s side. We all are so close because we grew up together. My grandmother took up all of her grandkids when the parents needed her to. For as long as they needed her to take them, she takes them. Believe it or not, we were not always middle class. We had to work our way up to this point. At the time, we had pretty much nothing. But it was all fine since we had each other. We all grew up in the same house, same neighborhood, and same world. Our antics were uninhibited by maturity, pain, or fatigue. I remember once I found myself taped to a tree by my mischievous sisters and cousins. We looked like, acted like, and argued like siblings so much that I firmly believe the lack of common lineage is merely a technicality. True brotherhood is in the mind.The nuts that make a djCollege for the youngest of the sistersJust a couple weeks ago, Joselle (my youngest sister) went off to college. She seems to be doing well, although she’s been two years out of practice. I think she’ll have no more complications. She deserves nothing less. She has struggled all her life to get to college. She even came to this school once, in her quest for academics, but she left in order to stay with her friends. See, it turns out that none of my older sisters had graduated from college. At least, not directly after high school they hadn’t, they had to go back. After high school, we moved to California. We all suffered a bit, but it hit her the hardest. With none of the friends she had sacrificed so much for and no strong education in the midst of a recession, she was helpless. She spent her days asleep and her nights either in her room or sometimes out somewhere where we couldn’t follow her around. To this day, I don’t know where she went on those days. Obviously she didn’t get anywhere that year. Later, she returned to North Carolina to find work, keep the house up and to watch over our grandparents, who arrive every winter to escape the harsh blizzard up in Buffalo in exchange for our mild winters. She found a job, working diligently, buying time as she sent application after application to college after college. When one finally accepted her, she was ecstatic! Now she’s at college, furthering her life, at 20; preparing to leave her mark on the world.My three Half-sisters<br />