siblings

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

Don't take your siblings for granted
In the eyes of an only child, siblings are like a best friend assigned to you. For most only children that's all they ever want. A brother or sister. I was one of those kids.
By Taysia Levy6 years ago in Families
Preschool Warrior Princess
When I was four-years-old, my family lived in an Air Force Base in Biloxi, Mississippi. Townhouses lined up side-by-side in our neighborhood. Every house was a different color. It was like living in a box of crayons.
By Toni Tails6 years ago in Families
To My Sister
I’m not even sure how to start this off so please bare with me on this. When we were younger I thought you were the best ever, we were almost inseparable probably because I was your little shadow. What I do remember is us always getting into trouble together like the time you put these huge green burs in my hair pretending to give me a perm, or the time we somehow locked ourselves in the bedroom and instead of just unlocking the door, mom had to take the door off the frame because we were FREAKING OUT! I’m always thinking of these memories and laughing about them, and telling the girls the silly things we used to do, they remind me a lot of how you and I were.
By kynslees kloset6 years ago in Families
Becoming a Big Sister
Becoming a Big Sister I blame my parents for the misunderstanding. When they announced that they were pregnant with my little sister, they said, “We’re having a baby!” It was natural for me to assume that we all, myself included, were having a baby, and thus, the baby would be mine. I was overjoyed. A baby, for me? The next day, I went straight into my preschool to make the announcement: I was having a baby.
By Jada Smith6 years ago in Families
How to Hate Your Life...
"I hate my life! I hate my life! I want to get out! I want all of this to end!" I screamed angrily into my pillow. It was not a loud scream, but a soft one with all the ferociousness and intensity from my body of a loud one... I do not have the privilege of letting out my frustrations for the neighbor and their dog to hear.
By Rebekah Battle6 years ago in Families
Missing Sister Found!
Today I went out with family! Mom found my sister who was missing for months, and we decided to celebrate. She was not hurt, she was a bit dirty and looked like she had been hiding on the streets and stuff. Mom is gonna take her to get checked, and get her new clothes and stuff, and get her set up with an apartment!
By Kota Wolfe7 years ago in Families
Brainstorm, Now Earthquake
For the first time in my life, I can feel myself aging. I can feel the heavy weight of tragedy, of hardship, of something there is no answer for, drag me down slowly, slowly, further, further, more slumping, more drooping, less laughter, less ease, less ... ease.
By Lucinda Koza7 years ago in Families
You Can't Fix What You Didn't Break
The closing of the year 2018 could not come soon enough. It had been a good year. It had been a challenging year. It had been a year of tremendous highs and of deep and sorrowful lows.
By Mark Lampkin7 years ago in Families
No Offence, Benedict Cumberbatch. Top Story - July 2019.
Pop-culture glorifies the autism spectrum disorder. In mainstream media, it’s as if autism is merely a socially awkward disorder compensated for by gifted genius. Think Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man, Sheldon Cooper in The Big Bang Theory, and Benedict Cumberbatch in everything. Admittedly, Rain Man is a good movie and The Big Bang Theory is my favourite guilty pleasure—not ashamed… okay, a little ashamed—but autism is grossly misrepresented in these depictions, at least in my experience.
By Jeremy Morantz7 years ago in Families
Things Like That Should Be Locked up
"We've detected some neurological defects in your child that will follow him or her into their lives, have you thought about termination of the pregnancy?"
By Madelyn Lavecka7 years ago in Families
Estranged Sister
My older sister and I were never close, in fact, she was a terrible sister. We are seven years apart, so I tried my best to fit in with her. She used to try and suffocate me since I was small, and she'd beat me, along with so much more.
By Caitlin Mitchell7 years ago in Families
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