I’ve never had to be an only child. My older sister was born 2 years before me. I really don’t think I would have enjoyed being an only child but I did like being the youngest. When my little brother was born 6 years after me, I was not happy.
I had a cold when he was born so I wasn’t even allowed in the hospital room after my mom gave birth to him. I felt so neglected. It was my goal for a few years to torture my brother. I still feel bad to this day how mean I really was to him. When he’d ask me to make him a PB & J sandwich I’d put a glob of jelly in the middle and just a small smear of PB. I’d be mad because I hated having to do things for someone else and knowing that I’d get in trouble if I didn’t.
My sister never seemed to care about doing things for me, she always took care of me, and had my back.
When I was just finishing elementary school, my parents split up– my sister, my brother, and I formed a much stronger bond with each other. Especially since my parents split because my dad had impregnated his now, wife. Even though my mom was never home and my dad failed to pick us up on the days that he promised he would; my siblings were always there. Especially my sister.
There were these two older boys who lived in my apartment building. I was in 7th grade, they were in 8th…they used to chase me every single day off the school bus and corner me under the stairs, stuffing their hands down my shirt, bra, and panties. They would do this, like I said, every single day and they wouldn’t stop until the high schoolers got dropped off by their school bus, my sister would have to run off of it because she knew she had to get those boys off me. She’d come in the door of the buildings immediately shouting loud profanities until they’d get scared and run off. All those days, I’d just stand against the wall and wait for her to come save me. I never did say “thank you” to her– we’d just walk to our apartment, make some frozen TGI Friday’s wings and mozzarella sticks, and watch TV together. She was my hero and I always looked up to her. Ever since I was born I wanted to be like her, I’d do my hair the same and buy the same shoes as her.
Growing up, I needed her. I couldn’t imagine growing up without a sister. I’m sad that we’re not close at all anymore but it makes me happy to remember that we once were.
Now that I’m an adult, I love my little brother and I try to buy him all the presents that he wants for his birthday to make up for how mean I was to him. I didn’t even mention that I once slammed his thumb in a door so hard his thumb nail fell off, did I?! He barely knew how to talk then!
My dad has made two children with his wife and another one with his “ex”-girlfriend (he’s the one in the photo above). They’ve all just started elementary school. I don’t really see any advantages to having those super, way younger siblings. I actually see them as a disadvantage because I have to buy more presents on Christmas. But, growing up is hard and like I said, I needed my sister back then. I don’t know if I would have survived without her.
(Challenge #2 / Day #2)
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