siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Blood
I wonder if he knew I was coming. I don’t expect he did. In the villages of the forties, babies came and went with the harvesting of cabbages, the arrival of Doctor O’Dowd, the cackle of storks. Poor Johnny—lifted smartly like a chess piece from his unassailable position, to be dropped into second place—the classic case of checkmate. There are photographs of the two of us, mere months later, in the spring sunshine. His quirky Norman Wisdom smile resting on my Shirley Temple curls.
By David Ireland7 years ago in Families
Survivor Girls
2005 was the hardest year for my family and I. Being a little girl and losing the world you once knew is something you can’t quite grasp unless you’ve lived it. I remember we were sitting in the living room watching the news the night before Katrina hit. We were honestly contemplating staying and riding it out because they only classified it as a category two hurricane... good thing we left! I remember mom'soms boyfriend at the time screwing big wooden planks on the front and back door just for support even though we didn’t think we’d need it. I remember packing up my mom's Honda Pilot with a bag of clothes for only a few days.
By Meghan Heckmann7 years ago in Families
Blood Is Not Always Thicker Than Water
A bond between two sisters is supposed to be unbreakable. Unfortunately, in my life, that proved to be untrue. My sister and I have always been extremely close. We fought, as normal sisters do, but we would have done anything for each other, or so I thought. My sister is three years younger than I am. The small age difference made me believe that because I was older, I had to do everything in my power to protect her. And I did. I protected her with everything that I had, until she betrayed our entire family.
By Charlee Love7 years ago in Families
Child vs. Child
Dear Readers, Have any of you ever felt that your parents were choosing one of your siblings over you? Or even just someone else? Well, I get that feeling. Before I explain, I want to point out that my mother is a very strong and independent single mother of four. She married into a family of three and with me and my younger brother in the picture we made a perfect American family. After 13 years of being a single mother, she finally met the man of her dreams and got married, with him came twin girls who my mother practically adopted. Their mother had left the picture and only came back after my mom stepped up to the plate. I won’t lie, I have no compassion for this women, she has shown me and my family, time and time again, that she is nothing short of a villain towards us. So while my dad (the man my mother married), Steven, was alive, Stacy had no custody of the girls. All choices regarding my sisters were my mother's and my father's to make.
By Abigail White7 years ago in Families
My Sister Saved Me
The day she was born is one of my favorite memories. I dreamed and fantasized about having a little sister. I wanted a little sister so bad because, I mean, what little girl DOESN'T want a little sister? Someone I could play with, someone I could dress up, someone I could teach and be there for, someone who could look up to me and I could show off to...
By Sophia Rosado7 years ago in Families
Heartbroken but Grateful
Beautiful. You were beautiful. Light would burst through a room when you were in it. You had big brown eyes and a wonderfully warm smile. Everything made you laugh, even when you weren't doing so well. I remember mom would sit you in between her legs and we would all play ball, we even played hide and seek, sometimes the family dog joined in! I would read to you and play school. We really had a wonderful short childhood together. We would hang out in my room and listen to music and talk, you mostly listened.
By Amanda DeGrasse7 years ago in Families
A Different Kind of Life, Story 1
When I was six years old I wanted to be a nun, and by the time I was sixteen I wanted to be a cage dancer. That's a big leap, but my life was not like most people's. My parents were both one-of-a kind, and they lived life the way they wanted, usually dragging my sister and I behind them kicking and screaming.
By Denise Willis7 years ago in Families
