<p>I had to do this for my AP english class and I have been having mixed feeling about it. Could anyone take the time to read it and maybe give me some advice? I would greatly appreciate it.
- Some students have a background or story that is so central to their identity that they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story. Word Limit 650. Mine at 610</p>
<p>I stood gazing anxiously at the door in front of me. For some reason I develop anxiety when Im about to meet people, but for this occasion though I tried to hide it as best as I could. It was my aunt that I havent seen in months after all, I didnt want my impression of me to be apprehensive 12 year old kid with sweaty palms and with a nervous look in his face. I stood there for a minute to get myself together before ringing the doorbell. It took no more than a few seconds for the door knob to began to making a clunking noise and for the door to open slowly. What came out was a short tanned middle aged women with a plaid bandana covering most of her hair answered. She stared at me for a couple of seconds than asked me if she could help me with anything. I chuckled a little before saying auntie dont u remember me? its your nephew. She gave a look of disbelief but before she could even respond my uncle was the door welcoming me in. </p>
<pre><code>I entered into the house more apprehensive than when I was outside. For some reason, the thought that she couldnt recognize me bothered me. And the goal of looking more mature faded as my curiosity grew. I closed the door behind me and sat down on a black leathered couch. My aunt payed no attention to me, instead she wandered from room to room in search of something. I questioned at this moment if this was still same aunt I knew a few months ago. The same one, definitely not. But it looked like her and talked like her. She made her way to the living room and asked me who I was again. I stated my name but from the look in her eyes I could see that she could not remember me. My uncle, who at this moment was cautiously watching her every move, raised himself from the couch and headed toward the kitchen. In return my aunt took his place. She took no hesitation to compliment me and make me feel welcomed. She questioned me every way possible. What school do you go to, who are your parents, what part of brazil are you from. Not one single question imaginable gone unasked. whats your favorite color, do you have a girlfriend, whats your favorite tv show.
I visited her everyday since that day for the rest of my summer, and every single day was no different than the one from the beginning. I sat down on the same spot, and the same exchange of words were said. I remember scavenging through old photo and writing down previous memories Ive had of her, our road trips, birthday parties, family reunions, the christmas presents we gave to each other. I knew deep down she would never be able to remember this but I felt comfort in at least trying.
I felt no shame in myself that she couldnt remember me, and the day my vacation ended my heart began to beat to a different tune. I was blessed with an aunt twice. She was there when I went through the most delicate years of child development, learning to walk, speak, my first day of school. With no regrets she extended her hand to help my family, accepted us for who we are, and made our entire family closer. However her developing Alzheimer’s has shaped who I am today. To appreciate everything I got, to always lend a hand, to accept others, to cherish every moment of life, and to embrace family.
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