siblings

Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.

Wild Spirits
The love I have for my sister is hard to explain. She's the only sister that I have, and we are 17 years apart. I'm very grateful for all the love she has for me as well. She has always gone far beyond extra miles for me. I never forget the time she stood up for me. I told her that a girl at school was mean to me, so we went to the girl's house to talk to her mom. After that day, the girl never bothered me again. I've always looked up to my sister, and she has been like a second mother to me. Sometimes she annoys me when she treats me like I'm one of her daughters. I don't blame her for doing it because it consoles her. That's why I don't mind and I choose not to take it personal either. My sister inspires me so much, she pushes herself a lot. And you wonder where she gets her strength from. It bothers me when she does it, because it makes her sick. She is very stubborn, and doesn't like being told what to do. I get upset with her too, when she wants to lecture me on something. I am stubborn as well, I don't like being told how to live my life. I want to do my own thing, and I have respect for others. I know my limits, and I can take care of myself.
By Tania M. Cortez Hamilton4 years ago in Families
Fitting in.
We were all in the kitchen at night time, Tanner (oldest bro), Erin (oldest sis), KT (twin sis), and I. I’m pretty sure this was during some sort of family gathering because why else would the kids be hiding away in the kitchen? So like usual Tanner comes up with a game. He probes Erin on the idea that it would be a laughing riot if they tried to fit one of the twins into the oven. Erin agrees, grinning in her multicolor braces. By this time in Erin’s life, she truly didn’t care if Tanner tormented us. She was considered our full time babysitter, a role put on her by our parents without refusal so of course she had a vindictive spirit. Also, Tanner had once tormented her so it was nice to have the roles reversed.
By Kyle Thomas Shea4 years ago in Families
I Wish I Was A Twin. Top Story - November 2021.
You may not believe it, but I remember sitting on those steps next to those rocks. I remember plunking those rocks into a puddle of water and my mother having to fish them out because that puddle of water was in the middle of the road in a little residential neighborhood in Poteet, Texas, about 45 minutes southwest of San Antonio.
By Ashley McGee4 years ago in Families
I Breath You Breath
I breathe you breathe. You smile I smile. Looking in front of me, next to me, behind me; there was a mirror. There was an invisible wire connecting our brains, our thoughts and emotions were in-sync. Our shadows somehow molded into one, and our heartbeats beating to the tune of the same drum.
By Dora Ryan 4 years ago in Families
A Letter To My Sister
Dear Sister(AS and HS), Life has always been awesome with you on my side. Growing with you has always been a blessing. Various factors led to us staying far from each other and meeting just once or twice a year. In spite of this distance, our bond has grown stronger and stronger with each passing day. As a family, we have become more understanding. The time is not far when all our financial problems will vanish and we could finally stay happy together.
By Adarsh Kumar Singh4 years ago in Families
Yes, I do certain things on purpose
Can I get a witness to give testimony? A couple of things you need to know about me before continuing to read. First and foremost, I am a Christian. That will never change. Secondly, I am the middle child. Like everybody, some things in my life were decided by a higher power before I was even born. For almost everything, no one person is to blame.
By Adrian R4 years ago in Families
A Good Sister is a Great Friend
School pictures were like final exams for your face. They went on your permanent record. Back when good cameras were rare and film unpredictable, a “professional” school picture was the most reliable barometer of who you were and what you wore, albeit a stiff formal portrait version of yourself.
By Vivian R McInerny4 years ago in Families
A Swim to Forget
I grew up on a farm where we raised pigs. I enjoyed living in the country and our house was nestled in a valley where the same dirt road that led you in was the same dirt road that led you out. It was generally a quiet place and from anywhere in the valley, even though you couldn’t see the vehicle, you could hear it quite distinctly as it traveled down the big hill into the valley. The sound of the tires rolling across the dirt sending up pings of rocks into the bottom of the car or the wheel well.
By Don Money4 years ago in Families
Number1 = Number2
To speak of truth is the pure mathematician’s genius. However, the flawed mathematical genius could manage only a subset of the purest of maths, we shall call them Number2. The subset of mathematics we shall call Logic of which they were a master. One would think that their brother, also a genius, however one who could talk to animals like Dr Dolittle, would as being older be a greater man than Number2. We shall call them Number1, and I shall offer the premise that they were in fact equal.
By David A Robertson4 years ago in Families
This is My Son
This is My Son. A couple of Fridays ago, I came home to find the wife on her phone and completely dressed up. Hair up in a bun, fake eyelashes – the works. She’s talking, and I can tell right away that it isn’t a friend or member of her immediate family. The conversation has a tinge of formality. It ends with, “I’ll tell him.”
By Adrian R4 years ago in Families
Understanding, Joyful, and Genuine
We sat next to each other on the couch, slowly flipping through the old photo album. I sat on my sister's left side. My sister's husband sat on her right side.
By Jessica Freeborn4 years ago in Families
The Red Unicorn
Two young boys ran in from the cold, the elder chasing the younger, anger on his lips. “I’m the eldest! I must come first!”
By Heidi A Wilde4 years ago in Families