The Invisible Victim by Miranda

The Invisible Victim by Miranda - May 2022 Scholarship Essay

The first time I noticed my parents treated me differently than my oldest brother, I was eight years old. In some ways, it made sense. As the youngest in the family, I was expected to be the spoiled and attention-seeking child, while he was expected to be the, I can do it all by myself. Yet, it was the opposite. My parents often overlooked me, while my brother received all the opportunities, praises, and support. I did not know the whole story then.

Looking back, I remember I loved playing with dolls. I would carry them around, taking turns with each one, so they would not presume I had a favorite. The last thing I wanted was for my dolls to feel what I had felt for years. Then, one day, one of my dolls fell out of my arms and into the wooden floors. In my child-like mind, I passionately believed my doll was hurt. Consequently, I began tending more and more to that one doll. She needed extra help to recover from the fall. Years later, in a solemn conversation with my parents, I found out my brother struggled with drug addiction. Then, I understood my parents' need to devote themselves to him. As my doll, he needed extra help and support. He was damaged, while I was not. For years, I stood in the background, invisible, and watched as my brother went from being a caring, family-oriented boy to a withdrawn, absent man. In and out of rehabilitation, more times I can account for. Addiction's ripple effect impacted my family more than I could ever envision. Money, attention, and support all went towards my brother in an attempt to restore his health. I was never prepared for the overwhelming emotions of watching my brother go through such a crisis. Family dynamics shifted. At an early age, I had to learn how to look out for myself, to find my own path and opportunities. In the blink of an eye, I grew up. I became the independent, mature child my parents deemed my brother should have been.

Throughout my teenage years, I had to push twice as hard for what I wanted, my plans, and my life passions. Working to aid my parents and myself. I repeatedly told myself to aim for the stars, not knowing if it would be possible. Then, high school became a priority as I understood it was the only chance, I had to get a good scholarship for a college education. Family struggles continued as I fought my way through my academic and personal life. I had to discover how to cope on my own as there was insufficient help and resources available for the siblings of an addict. The thing is, I have always loved a challenge. I suppose that was the way I chose to cope.

For years, I have been giving my all to make my parents and brother proud. Leaving my hometown, country, and culture was one of the most demanding difficulties. As I became an international student, more challenges came forth. Once again, I had to work twice as hard to prove myself, as I have been frequently underestimated by colleagues, classmates, and professors. Yet here I am. No hesitations or barriers were enough to stop me from pursuing my plans and aspirations. As I am finishing my second year in college, I know 12-year-old me would be amazed at what I have become and where I am.

Now, I am confident that my past experiences are not a liability nor a burden, as they have given me a unique purpose and a source of strength. I take pride in my perseverance and determination throughout my childhood, adolescence, and in-process adulthood. There is still a lengthy list of goals hanging on my bedroom door, and every day, I continue to make my utmost effort for its completion.