siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
The Separation of Sisters
Having just found out I’m due to have another girl this December, I’ve been thinking a lot about sisters. Elated to have two daughters, my husband and I are already imagining the sweet sisterly giggles of our future, the inevitable stubborn disagreements, and the unquestionable bond the girls will share for a lifetime. My daughter in turn, couldn’t be happier. She’s already taken on the role of big sister quite seriously—talking and singing to my stomach and “mothering” any other baby she sees—and her sweet, nurturing heart brings me pure joy.
By Stephanie Pickard7 years ago in Families
Not Sisters, but Friends
Disclaimer: I wrote this for my Honors Sophomore English class so about three years ago. I feel that a lot of my feelings about it have changed for the better. Nonetheless, I chose to share it because it reflects a piece of my history and that of my family. Having Sadie leave the home was very hard and I struggled with it, and even struggle with it to this day. I feel guilty. Perhaps, if I had tried harder, she could have stayed. But she went, and I think it was for the best. Sadie truly grew and my relationship with her changed into one with more positivity. I used to say I loved her with much force, but now I can not help burst at the seams with love for my sister. Though I display it in my own way.
By Piper Stevens7 years ago in Families
Eleventh Grade
I live in what is quite possibly the whitest neighborhood ever. I'm not kidding. A local publication did this analysis of every neighborhood in my city, ranking them on affordability, diversity, those sorts of things—and mine ranked in the bottom 10 percent for just having so many white people. An elderly piano teacher (white, of course) used to live across the street and gave my mom lessons when she had her midlife crisis and bought a keyboard. She was the neighborhood gossip, and always had some tidbit of information to give my mom when she crossed the street to practice her scales. Being the un-diverse suburb that it is, where most of the residents are either eighty or eight, most of it was pretty boring stuff. Whose sister is in town, whose daughter going to what college—that kind of thing. But that didn't stop her from outfitting her entire front wall with glass just so she could see what the neighbors were up to. I've always wondered what she thought about the events of last fall when my family started to devolve in an extremely dramatic and public way. She moved away before I could ask her.
By Misunderstood Ninja7 years ago in Families
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
