Our Secret

Chapter 4 Baby Sister

                                 This will be a two-part chapter I hope you all don't mind  

                                                                                      Part 1 

Penguins are a group of aquatic flightless birds. Flightless huh? that word couldn't help but define someone I wish could spread their wings. This is the definition of a penguin this is the definition of my sister. 

For the most part, I love her but loving someone and separating the truth can get difficult especially if you mix this feeling with nothing but worry. For as long as I can remember everyone loved her as much as I did and then theirs some that loved her more. Simply because she was beautiful one trait that many can't obtain she was beautiful within and out. Her physical features were compared to a doll because she looked exactly like one it didn't help that her hair was raven black with a generous abundance of even like curls that spun around framing her whole head. Her skin is a milky white ever so soft to the touch while her face never had the least bit of breakout. We both possessed two different physical features my sisters were her beautiful and elegant features while mine was just my body. 

When family members were introduced to us family members never really held back their comments. Especially when I was the first one introduced my introductions were always cut off by them either gasping or commenting on how beautiful and doll-like my sister looked. Most of the time I sigh and shrug it off because she was my sister my only little sister. But it didn't help that my mom would glow with the utmost joy and self-content when she hears those comments. 

At a young age, my mother taught me that there will be one child you have despite what they have done to you or even put you through. you will always care for them a little more than the rest and as most of you, all could tell that was my sister. For this reason, is not despite the fact that she was the one more likely to get sick and that she was the one more likely to end up in the hospital. But because according to my mother is that while my mother was pregnant with my little sister she and my father went through some challenging moments. That at the age of 23 pieces from my childhood made much more sense. But because my mother went through so much while she was pregnant with my little sister. Her words, not mine 

" she is the way she is because of the suffering I had to go through with her." 

I'm one for giving out sympathy but as an individual and because I am human I am allowed to feel In such a way or I will like to convince myself that I do.  Despite her looks and her weak body, she wasn't made the same way my other family members were made. Because although she was beautiful her ways weren't as graceful as she looks like a matter of fact she hated to shower. So much so that my parents had to drag me in conversations that turned into arguments of us simply convincing her to shower.

 Her excuse at the time was her hair because although it looked beautiful it was a pain to maintain it. She always complained about how much it hurt her head when she would brush it sometimes going through a whole container a week of just conditioner. 

That's only half of it because of the balls of tangled hair she didn't brush out she simply cut them without my mother seeing due to how much she hated her hair. Yes, the one thing that everyone complimented the most she hated and at the time I didn't think much of it. Since she was always a bit odd in what she liked and expressed herself that was odd such as laughing about how much she wanted to die.  

Which at the time it was normal for her to say such things as well as being so vulgar in her expression. Nothing in her mouth left without the words of "Fuck me." " Fucking kill yourself." " You dumb bitch." " Slut." and so much more but I ain't no saint I had a few vulgar words I would spit out but it was never almost consistent as my sister. My mother would even be surprised if she heard me swearing like my sister but almost never did my sister get yelled at for that unless we are discussing how lazy she is.