Christmas and motorcycles

My christmas was not good, I had to convince myself that it was not really Christmas just so I did not spend the whole day crying. Convincing myself of this fact was easier then I expected seeing as I spent the whole day in a bus.
I was excited because I was taking that bus to Lima, where I would be taking a taxi to the airport, where I took a plane to the city of Tarapoto,which is in the jungle. It is wonderful, I am dying of heat and am very badyly sunburned even after putting on 5 layers of sunscreen. But that day was worth it because I got to ride a motorcycle for the first time. At first I was terrified, I barley new the person that was driving and I was wearing flip flops (yes dad, I know). But soon the fear melted way and I realized that for the first time since being here I was not expected to say someyhing, I did not have to think about my problems with my sisters, I could just look out over the mountains and forget where I was and who I am and for that hour I could just be. I was so happy and i felt free,but my knuckles where white from gipping the handle bar. I will never forget that, ever.

So yeah as I metioned i am having some problems with my sisters here. The older one Alicia only talks to me when 1 the most common, she is telling me to do something or not to do something 2 when she is forced to talk to me by another person 3 the only time she is nice to me, when she wants to use something of mine. this morning I came out of the room and said good morning to her, she looked at me and said nothing but gave me one horrible looks. And this is how it is, if I ask her a question she ignores me and pretends that i do not exist. So I am not sure what I am doing wrong or how to fix it, but i am trying.

Merry Christmas and a happy new year