Sarah Johnson- Genre Example

Change is constant in life. I have thoroughly experienced that. While I served a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, my sister changed a lot. I don’t think I will ever forget how weird it was to see my little sister in the airport that returning day. We both were flying home for Christmas break, me from Argentina and she from BYU-Hawaii; miraculously, we had the same connecting flight. To understand the drastic change in her, I must jump back to the last day I had seen her—her graduation day.

Anna was eighteen years old. Though she was the fattest baby of all of my siblings, she was the most petite of us sisters. She had highlighted hair, a small frame, and had not developed very much. She wore a fuchsia-colored dress and silver heels to match the get-up. She cried at the end of that chapter in her life, her high school career. She was preoccupied with how she was going to spend her last night with her high school friends, not caring much that I was about to leave.

When I came home though, she was a different person in every way; she had passed through a year and a half, making her twenty. I of course noted the physical changes in her first. She had gained twenty-five pounds, grown taller, and developed into a more womanly form. Her clothes were casual, sporting a Northface jacket with jeans and UGS. Her bag still seemed fashionable, but that seemed to be it. Having since moved to Hawaii for school, her hair was three shades more blonde, and her face appeared to be a different person with a more pronounced dimple in her cheek. We literally stared at each other for minutes and minutes; she stared and laughed at me, who had lost weight, and I stared at her, who had morphed into a woman.

But the physical evolution was not the only change. Something in her spirit had changed as well, something I had not seen since we were little. She had grown out of the adolescent attitude! She was compassionately concerned about me and my emotional well-being as I was making a drastic change from missionary to citizen once again. On our flight, she documented the moment by taking pictures of us, and then by calming my nerves when we were about to unboard our connecting flight to see our parents. That day was a mark of a new beginning of our relationship. Through the holidays, she spent time with me, and since we’ve both returned to our respective universities hemispheres apart, we communicate on a regular basis in a healthy, closer to adult relationship. Change cannot sometimes be scary, but m