Creative Writing: Soul Sisters

Creative Writing: Soul Sisters

Chapter 5 of 8

It had been two days since I went to get tested to see if I was a bone marrow match for London, and I had just got off the phone with the doctor, who told me my results. I needed to call London.

“Hey, Paris. What’s up?”

“Nothing much. How do you feel today?”

“Okay, just tired. How was your day?”

“Well, I just got off the phone with the doctor who told me the results of my bone marrow test.”


“We aren’t soul sisters for nothing— I’m a match!”

The next week, my mom and I had a doctor’s appointment so they could make sure that, besides just being a match for London, my bone marrow was healthy enough to be donated. I passed everything perfectly and could not have been happier.

However, the doctor then began to describe the procedure of how they would be extracting the bone marrow. It was considered surgery and I would have to be put under anesthesia. I clenched my jaw. I could feel my mom look at me. I just kept nodding and did not say much else.

The doctor finished the appointment by telling me that if for any reason I decided to not go through with the procedure, I would have to let him know within a week. If not, he would see me for surgery on February 4— our birthday.

Surgery and going under anesthesia. Two of my greatest fears.

When I was five years old, my mom’s appendix burst, and she was rushed into emergency surgery. The nurses told my dad and me that it was a fairly simple surgery and that we did not need to worry. It ended up taking an hour longer than expected, and when she finally got out of surgery, she would not wake up from the anesthesia.

A half hour that felt like days went by, and my mom finally woke up. Everyone was afraid that she would have irreversible brain damage. Thankfully, everything was fine, but I will never forget how scared I was. That day instilled a fear in me that, to this day, I have not shaken. What if my body did not react well to the bone marrow being extracted and it led to complications? What if after I went under anesthesia, I did not wake up? For the first time, I questioned my decision to donate my bone marrow to London and was not sure what I was going to do.

That night, I went to bed early because I wanted to stop thinking about the choice I would have to make within the next week. I fell asleep right away, and something that had not happened in years occurred. I dreamed of my dad.

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To The Parent Who Chose Addiction

Thank you for giving me a stronger bond with our family.


When I was younger I resented you, I hated every ounce of you, and I used to question why God would give me a parent like you. Not now. Now I see the beauty and the blessings behind having an addict for a parent. If you're reading this, it isn't meant to hurt you, but rather to thank you.

Thank you for choosing your addiction over me.

Throughout my life, you have always chosen the addiction over my programs, my swim meets or even a simple movie night. You joke about it now or act as if I never questioned if you would wake up the next morning from your pill and alcohol-induced sleep, but I thank you for this. I thank you because I gained a relationship with God. The amount of time I spent praying for you strengthened our relationship in ways I could never explain.

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Thank you for giving me a stronger bond with our family.

The amount of hurt and disappointment our family has gone through has brought us closer together. I have a relationship with Nanny and Pop that would never be as strong as it is today if you had been in the picture from day one. That in itself is a blessing.

Thank you for showing me how to love.

From your absence, I have learned how to love unconditionally. I want you to know that even though you weren't here, I love you most of all. No matter the amount of heartbreak, tears, and pain I've felt, you will always be my greatest love.

Thank you for making me strong.

Thank you for leaving and for showing me how to be independent. From you, I have learned that I do not need anyone else to prove to me that I am worthy of being loved. From you, I have learned that life is always hard, but you shouldn't give into the things that make you feel good for a short while, but should search for the real happiness in life.

Most of all, thank you for showing me how to turn my hurt into motivation.

I have learned that the cycle of addiction is not something that will continue into my life. You have hurt me more than anyone, but through that hurt, I have pushed myself to become the best version of myself.

Thank you for choosing the addiction over me because you've made me stronger, wiser, and loving than I ever could've been before.

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To The Roommates That Became My Best Friends, Thank You

We all have the typical college roommate stories, mine just happened to end with life-long friends.


Unlike some, I was one of the students who enjoyed high school. I was a cheerleader, enjoyed my classes, participated in theater productions, joined many clubs, and had multiple friend groups. My goal going into college was to never change who I was despite the environmental changes. I was going to stay involved, meet tons of new friends, create strong bonds with my professors, and never turn away an opportunity to experience life as a college kid. While I succeeded in accomplishing these goals thus far, it should not be assumed that it was easy to get here.

In my first year of college, I made the best decision to become roommates with one of my friends from high school. Life was great throughout my freshman year. I made mistakes that turned into valuable lessons. I joined my sorority and became immersed in everything that my major had to offer. I met people on my floor that made the dorm feel like home. My roommate and I were the only pair to never get into arguments, rather we took on the college experience as a team. Even though she ended up joining a different sorority, I believe that this made us closer. We were able to be individual sorority women but still participate in similar activities. It was not just high points all the time — I will be the first to admit that it was difficult to adjust to the adult lifestyle of being responsible for myself.

I decided to live in my sorority house during my sophomore year, where I roomed with two other sorority sisters — a close friend from the prior year and another friend became closer with throughout my time in the house. No matter what anyone tries to convince you of, it is nerve-wracking to walk into a house of 40 sorority women, expecting to live cohesively together after meeting one another less than a year beforehand. Friendships blossomed because there was always someone to hang out with or vent to when you had a hard day. Personally, I am the type that adjusts to who I am around by becoming more outgoing after spending a fair amount of time with them. However, it took me longer to open up to the girls in the house. I did not find anywhere that I could fit in when it was time to sign a lease for the next year. I did have plans to live with a sorority sister and her friend at a renovated house near campus; I spent the majority of my time at this house as I became close with them throughout the school year. As time went on, I had a change of heart — I wanted to live in an apartment which meant I was on a mission to find roommates that I would fit in with.

When summer came around, I knew my priority was to find a nicer apartment at a decent price but, most importantly, find roommates that I would become close with. I kept my eye out for Facebook posts that suited what I was looking for. One of my current roommates made a post about needing one more roommate at their apartment right on campus. It turned out that all of the girls were members of Greek Life as well. After touring the apartment, I decided it was perfect — I couldn't wait to move in. But, making my "first apartment" purchases made me nervous that I wouldn't fit in with the girls; after all, they were in a different sorority and had their own friend groups.

I was finally able to meet all of my roommates together when I officially moved into my room at the beginning of the year. I got to know their friends and sorority sisters. All of my worries dissolved after meeting everyone as they welcomed me with open arms and treated me as if I had been friends with them forever. But, I did still have something to worry about. With my birthday landing around the first day of school every year, I was nervous because I was unsure if they would feel comfortable celebrating my birthday — we all had just met. I went out by myself to get a cake and balloons to share with the friends who I thought would have never missed my special day. Luckily, my roommates came through to celebrate with me. This was the moment when I realized I found my true friends.

Replying to my roommate's post was one of the best decisions I have made yet.

To this day, I am forever grateful to have some of the most kind-hearted, selfless, and beautiful-souled girls that I never knew existed here in college. From the constant laughs to the venting sessions, I know I have found my forever friends.

Here's my advice to anyone who might feel lonely in college: believe that everything happens for a reason. The second you stand by that, the closer you will become to finding those friends that allow you to grow, support one another, and realize how college is supposed to be.

To the roommates that became my best friends: I'm forever grateful.

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