Ten Years Later <Tab/>My older sister was always late in the mornings, and every day I waited on the couch next to the door, counting the hundreds of seconds until she was ready. I waited, dressed, with my bright pink backpack secured, my shoes tied, and my coat zipped. I watched her run around the house, looking for a last minute snack, or sometimes finishing her homework. It puzzled me …
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…rejecting choice. In high school, she discovered her passion for art when my parents registered her for an art class, which she attended apathetically at first. I watched her as she halfheartedly made fundamental decisions, repeatedly losing control over her fate. With each decision she declined to make, I strived to add variety to my life. Each selection carried complexity, yet I was determined to decide, or more importantly to have something to decide between.