siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
A Letter to My Sister
My sister and I may not have been the best of friends growing up, but after being in college for a while, we may have made some progress over the years to be better friends than enemies. I know it is hard for siblings to get along when they are young, but making sure they are there for each other in times of relationships and life struggles is something every sibling should partake in.
By Heather Wilkins8 years ago in Families
Evan
Everything changed when Evan was born. Things changed for me more so than anyone else, including Evan's own parents. She was our mother's fourth child, and she was her father's seventh child… but she was my first child. Her conception was a failed attempt to bandage a broken marriage, and thus her arrival into this world was something I had been dreading as the big sister who was left to clean up the messes of our mother; yet when that day came on July 23, 2008, the pure joy I felt was such that Evan's birth bandaged my broken adolescent heart. While her mother was on an operating table getting her tubes tied, and while her father was at the bar getting drunk, it was me who stood at the window of the nursery. I looked at Evan in awe from behind the glass. I remained there alone, watching her well after our other family members had dispersed. I couldn't even see her face, but to hear her tiny cry and to see her tiny body was enough. All my twelve-year-old self could think was 'That one is mine.' When my mother was finally back in her room after her procedure, the nurses brought my new baby sister in. I nervously walked up to her crib with eyes wide open. I saw her sleeping face for the first time, and she was simply beautiful with brown skin and curly black hair. You would think I had all the secrets of the universe swaddled up in my arms the way I slowly, delicately picked the little bundle up out of the crib. But instead, it was Evan, and if I had to choose, well, the universe could keep its secrets because I had something greater.
By Ashton McHatton8 years ago in Families
Rose Robbins
Most people thought her cutthroat attitude and strong independence was due to some sort of trauma. They said it was the only explanation as to why she was so cold and distant. Rose rarely smiled. She didn't have a reason to. Not yet. She had a goal and would do everything she could to reach it. She spoke up and never hesitated to share her opinions.
By Hannah Fricker8 years ago in Families
A Little About Twins
I'm the youngest of three siblings. There's my older sister, who I will call 'S' for privacy reasons, and then my older brother 'N'. S is much older than the both of us, and, at first glance, it's more than easy to tell just that. However, the case with my brother N is a little different-
By CagedPandaBabe .8 years ago in Families
That Night
[THAT NIGHT] What happened that night? On the sixth of this month? I inhaled twice and dropped my body weight onto the mattress. As I sank and closed my eyes, I heard my name. I heard a desperate call yelping through. I twitched and jumped put of bed, banging on my annoying wooden floor. Annoying because everyone downstairs can hear the thumping of my feet as I leaped towards my sister’s room. The run seemed like a marathon. Why was she calling my name? The door was locked. I heard my sister groaning as if they had severed her leg and she was witnessing the gushes of blood squirt out. I desperately tugged the door back and forth. It was locked. I exclaimed, “Lyny thie door is locked! You locked it!” No reply. Just uncomfortable and disturbing yelps for help. The groans came in intervals. I heard her for two seconds, then she paused. The pauses were eternal and I on the other border was helpless. I could not see what was happening inside that dark room. Feeling the thrashing pounding against my chest, I lost consciousness and realized there was no escapism.
By Clari Garza8 years ago in Families
Can't Pick Them...But You Love Them
The connections we make with our siblings are the very first types of relationships we learn to make at a young age. I grew up in a family of five. Though I am one of three siblings. I am the one that is the middle. I have an older brother and a younger sister. My brother and I are about 18 months apart. We are closer now in our adult ages than we ever were when we were younger. He tormented me, pushed me out of trees, punched me in the arm as we passed each other in the hallway. But nonetheless, I love him dearly. Now that we are both older, and married, and starting families of our own, our sibling relationship has grown and we see eye to eye. Though he still tries to throw me in the pool, every time we are at Mom's and Dad's for a BBQ.
By Pheobe Paris8 years ago in Families
I Am Guilty
Being guilty of falling into the trap that is judgement is inevitable; eventually a thought will cross our minds that make us ashamed and guilty. Parents try to raise their children not to judge a book by its covers because you don't know what is inside, but it happens and we become guilty. Living with two little boys who struggle every day has taught me that judgement is everywhere and no amount of mental preparation will ever be enough to manage all the stares and questions tossed around. I often think of how tired I am of explaining the issues and difficulties these young boys face to absolutely everyone; it breaks my heart even more when I see them struggle to understand that they aren't the same as other children. One day I'd simply like to say, "hey, these are my brothers and they are pretty awesome."
By Shealynn Dubrule8 years ago in Families
The Belief in Warm Hands
The Belief in Warm Hands. Shocking. There were no other words to describe it other than that. Shocking. The amount of joy he produced was palpable—overbearing even. His smile wasn’t hinging upon monetary gains and ephemeral pleasures. He was just love, looking to be loved.
By Jordan Ento8 years ago in Families
Heartstrings of Siblings
When I was a little girl, I thought having four older (half) sisters was the coolest fact about me, especially when they lived in a different state than I did. I would dream about hanging out with them, being one of them, and sharing secrets. Over the years as I grew in knowledge of the real world, it became painfully clear to me that my dreams were simply my hopes manifest and would rarely cross over into reality. To be fair, I can't blame my sisters entirely; I was a pain in the butt as a child. On the rare occasions I did see them, I would chase after them to tell them to stop smoking because it would kill them. I didn't know how to say, "dad won't let me hang out with you when you smoke," so it came out as me being a little priss.
By Elizabeth Kozlowski8 years ago in Families
