siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Heartstrings of Siblings
When I was a little girl, I thought having four older (half) sisters was the coolest fact about me, especially when they lived in a different state than I did. I would dream about hanging out with them, being one of them, and sharing secrets. Over the years as I grew in knowledge of the real world, it became painfully clear to me that my dreams were simply my hopes manifest and would rarely cross over into reality. To be fair, I can't blame my sisters entirely; I was a pain in the butt as a child. On the rare occasions I did see them, I would chase after them to tell them to stop smoking because it would kill them. I didn't know how to say, "dad won't let me hang out with you when you smoke," so it came out as me being a little priss.
By Elizabeth Kozlowski8 years ago in Families
Signs Your Sister-In-Law Is Going to Be an Amazing Aunt
"Does it have down syndrome?" Some people are so negative that they can even manage to turn upside down a smile brought on by the birth of one's own children. First off, my little girl is not an "it"! Her name is Yasmine. Stop asking me all things you should never ask a postpartum mom! And, second, get out of the nursery because your bad vibes are making her fussy. Bring Nadia back in here because the baby already loves her! That's one of the signs your sister-in-law is going to be an amazing aunt: her mere presence pacifies your child. Here's ten more:
By Ben Kharakh8 years ago in Families
A Telenovela: Part One
I reflect constantly on my upbringing and the events that shape me to be who I am today. As of today, my brother is seventeen-years-old and was left in Guatemala with a family friend of my mother; against his will and on the last day of the forced winter vacation he took with my mother and sister. My sister lives alone with my mother, but would rather live with her father because my mother spends little to no time with her. My sister is fourteen years old and the last one of my siblings. I am twenty two years old with a bachelor’s degree in psychology received by the University of California, Riverside last year. I no longer live in the apartment on Valencia Street in San Francisco and honestly, it was difficult to move back again. The last time I left was due to my mother’s insults and her inability to understand the consequences of her actions on my sibling’s future. Traveling to your parent’s home country should be fun and an escape to be children, but for my siblings, it was not the case. They had no idea they were leaving and always asked me when they would return, worried they would miss school. And miss school they did. I am getting a little bit sidetracked, but it is because there is a whole story with many chapters of negativity and many more with moments of sunshine. Today I pray to one day soon be reunited with both my siblings and show we are capable of more light and love than the woman who raised us. This is our story, from what I experienced and from what I was told many times, which I will never forget.
By Ingrid Estrada8 years ago in Families
Pros and Cons of Being the Oldest Child in the Family
Big sister to a brother and big cousin to numerous cousins, I have officially figured out all the pros and cons of being the oldest child in the family. There are moments of sweet glory, and there are moments of annoyance. I love being able to have some authority over them (haha), but get so incredibly angry when I see my younger brother specifically get away with things that I never would have been able to get away with.
By Paranneting/Anne Reboa8 years ago in Families
Broken Ice
Jacob never truly suffered until one Christmas Eve. December 24, 2005, started off with a bang. Jacob and his sister Sandy were out in the white blankets of snow that had gracefully fallen down the night before. Jacob looked up at the soft clouds above him which every now and again revealed a slit of blue that broke through the cotton candy-like clouds to show a beautiful blue sky. All the while he didn’t notice his sister carefully crafting snowballs. Then, all of a sudden BAM! He was hit by a snowball. He could almost see the snowball in slow motion barreling towards him and then splattering across his cheek. Soon he was on the ground brashly creating a clump of snow to retaliate with when he was interrupted by a familiar voice. Out of pure reaction, he spun around snowball in hand and whipped it at the unsuspecting visitor. Quickly, after he realized he’d made a mistake, his snowball was now hurtling at his father.
By Mackenzie m8 years ago in Families
Life with a Famous Sibling
I can guarantee the first thought going through your mind after reading the title of this story is, "who is the famous person?" Now, I am not going to blow your mind and say my sister is Miley Cyrus or my brother is Ashton Kutcher. But in fact, my brother is Nathan from the band Hippo Campus. Never heard of them?
By KenzieJane Berry8 years ago in Families
A Letter
Dear Brother-In-Law, I've noticed that you are a tortured soul. Lashing out when the expectations you have set up for yourself aren't met. Placing blame on others for actions you alone have committed. Afraid to ask for help when you need it the most, because it may damage your ego. I know you don't like me, and I don't like you. You take on an alter ego when the truth hits you in the face, and it is never a sugar coated lie to boost your insecurity. Oh, brother-in-law, how can you possibly dismiss all the pain and torment you have caused and created? Those who have given you all their time and energy to keep you quiet have never been good enough for you. You change your stories so many times that they are difficult to believe. Whenever you get called out on your charades, even with all the proof, you do everything in your power to deny the truth, causing the worlds of the people you supposedly love crumble apart. If you are even half the man that you boast yourself to be, then why do you create such a path of disaster and destruction?
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Families
A Letter to My Big Sister
Dear Sister, In the very beginning of my life, my first day here on this earth I was greeted with two smiling faces one of which was our mom's and the other... Well, the other was yours. Even at the age of three you anxiously awaited my arrival and it wouldn't be long until we became the very best of friends.
By Jennifer Campbell8 years ago in Families
Finding a Mud Puddle Among Other Things With My Sister
My sister and I were sitting in a mud puddle in our underwear when police showed up to take us home. We were seven and six years old when we decided to run away. That morning, after packing our wagon with a loaf of bread, peanut butter and stuffed animals, we set out for our new life. A better life without rules and regulations, freedom in the greatest sense of the word. Walking out the door, we felt what I assume most people feel the first time they leave their lives behind: fear, excitement, the natural adrenaline of tackling a new challenge. Being the youngest, my sister was understandably unsure of our plan, but she followed regardless, trusting me and all the knowledge I had acquired in the year before her. I knew better, plain and simple.
By Ryan Adams8 years ago in Families
