Writing From Life - Original WritingI couldn't even look her in the eyes. Not after what I had done. What she had done. Being part of a big family was hard, but you always had someone to talk to, but not this time. I was usually closest to Rabia. She was two years younger than me and for her everything was simple and had a simple answer. I think that's why we were so close. She was always great if you had a problem or needed help. She was also fun to be around, inventing games that people would normally call childish, but because she invented them, they were "cool." It was because everyone thought she was cool. She always got the best grades and she had this really sweet, persuasive smile. Her hair was cut in a bob and she was what most would define as a tomboy; but those of us who knew her well knew better. She spent some time making sure her hair was covered in Herbal Essences conditioner when she washed it, and even though she was only thirteen, she applied makeup to create that "he took-no-time-at-all-for- Get ready Despite her teenage antics, she was still the baby, my mother's baby, but she behaved in the most adult way. Sure, she always played childish games, but she was very level-headed and never petty. On the other hand, she was the "sweet, innocent baby" who could do anything. it would benefit me. Otherwise, I would feel the wrath of the beast Don't get me wrong, it's not that my mother is not nice; it's just that she's naturally a tense person. You can see. when she is about to explode. About twenty minutes before, she purses her lips and, in the middle of a sheet, begins to scream. There were four of us in the room and yet it seemed so empty. “I'm going for a drive. Get ready for dinner, she said in a tone I didn't understand. It wasn't normal or calm, but it wasn't anger either. I couldn't decipher it. As she left the room, we all stood there, silent and still, like the miserable creatures we were. I wanted to go to Rabia in her corner and get her out of there to comfort and protect her, like I knew Zaina would do with me; but I couldn't. I couldn't move. There was nothing I could do, especially with Laila by my side. We had caused these problems, and yet Rabia and Mom were paying the price. Who knew when mom would come back? Would she even be back tonight? It was all because of Laila and I couldn't even look her in the eyes. Not after what I had done. What she had done. What we had done.