Screaming, yelling, and fighting were just everyday things in my household. I have an older sister, an older brother, and a younger sister. I’m stuck in the middle. When my little sister came into my life is when I started to believe that brothers and sisters were created to make each others lives miserable!
Ever since I could remember my older brother always picked on me. He would do things just to make me cry or yell. No matter how many times my parents told him to stop he continued to make me miserable. I also grew up listening to stories about how my older sister would do evil things to my brother. I was praying to have a younger sibling to pick on and to share the torture my older siblings were giving me.
My prayers were answered! I got the little sister I had always wanted, but I had no idea as to what I was getting myself into. After the newborn smell had worn off my sister we were all up to no good trying to annoy her.
Years passed and I don’t know how my parents stood all four of us in the new house. We were always at each others throat. My parents would yell and punish us but it never worked. If any of us got in trouble we tried to blame it on one another. That’s the talent my younger sister, Katherine, excels in. Of course the little baby would never do anything bad. She would just use that adorableness and fake innocence. The older two were always trying to blame it on me. Lucky my parents would never believe any of us so we all had to do the punishment.
Now that the older two have moved out the rivalry between me and my little sister exploded. As we grew older our tastes changed. I grew to be more of a redneck while Katherine turned into a little Miss Priss. She and I can never seem to have a conversation without it ending in a fight. I get sick and tried of us fighting all the time. I know I shouldn’t provoke the fights but of course there are some things I can’t let go.
I will always love my siblings but there are times I feel like I could just beat the crap out of them. Siblings seem to have one job that we all take very seriously. To find what annoys your brothers and sisters and once you find out what it is you use it to the full extent to make them miserable. I seemed to have perfected the art because I can always make Katherine scream and yell. There is a very fine line between love and hate and brothers and sisters walk the extreme edge of both sides.
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