I remember when i was five years old and it was the first day of kindergarten. It was raining that day, and i vividly recal myself standing at the front door of the school with my hand in my sister's.
She was 15 years old at the time. Im pretty sure she knew that she was going to be late to her own classes. But for some reason she decided to see me off. We opened the door. I noticed her palms were sweaty.
I wanted to throttle the old lady at the desk. "I'm sorry honey, but are you sure you're this childs legal guardian?" The lady asked. I could feel my sister trembling, for my hand was still in hers. "Yes ma'am im sure." My sister said quietly. But i could see the slight challenge in them as my sister's eyes met the ladies' fully. "I'm just going to assume that you dont have a licens-" before the lady could finish, my sister pulled out a license, but it wasn't hers. The lady smiled in a condescending way. " Hon, this license isn't even yours. Im going to have to have whoever's license this is come here. "
My sister clenched her short fist and said without looking at me. " Ellie, go to your class. I'll take care of this." The last thing i saw before walking to classroom 421 was my sister lean towards the woman's face. I smiled and thought this would be a somewhat wondrous day.
I remember when it was just me and my sister, fighting all the mean old ladies in New York.
