My unforgettable moments involve my siblings.
When I was three, my parents brought my little brother home from Russia. I'll never forget how grown up I felt, holding him on my lap. We fight all the time, but I think that deep deep down we love each other.
When I was 13 I learned that I have a sister. But here's the catch - she was 18, not a baby. And no one had decided to tell me about her until I was a teenager. I felt:
-Joy because I finally could tell people I had a sister, just like I'd always wanted
-Sadness, because I know enough about the system to understand that we'd probably never meet
-Betrayal, because no one trusted me to know about her
-Curious, because I wanted to know more about her and how she fit into my life