Siblings are hard.
The oldest grows up too quickly, the youngest almost never grows up.
The oldest is burdened with the task of being a role model, almost taking away their childhood and teenage years, or they experience their childhood and teenage years in secrecy, where it is near impossible to share with parents because your younger siblings are always eavesdropping.
Elder siblings have it tough, trying to balance their social life, only being able to hang out with a certain social circle if your parents are generally busy people, because you have to take care of your siblings. Being who you normally are with them is impossible, because your siblings are observing everything, and you have no idea what you've done, but they've made it their life's mission to destroy our freedom.
Mom and Dad, we may balance out each other when it comes to burdening you, but we all know who wins your favor. All. The. Time. You may claim that we both are the same to you how much ever you wish to. That still doesn't change the fact that she can watch anything she wants without you guys and I can't. It doesn't change the fact that we haven't had a single conversation that didn't somehow manage to involve my studies or my weight in the past 2 years. It doesn't change the fact that she gets what she wants within half an hour of asking and I almost never get what I ask, let me have begged for a day, a week, a month or an year. It doesn't change the fact that I am always the first one you reprimand when we fight, despite you seeing that she was the one who started it. I am always to be blamed, no matter what, nevermind the fact that some part of my body is visibly hurting because of what she did.
I'm still waiting for my day. The day when it is all about me. The day she is not allowed to spoil. The day you turn to me and smile and say "You made us proud." I'm pretty sure even me getting into the college of my dreams would not gain that reaction from you guys, because she somehow finds a way to become the center of attraction everytime I try.
I'll be waiting. Probably. Or I may give up.
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"Shower Thoughts"
RandomA book filled with happy, sad, depressed, frustrated and ecstastic thoughts that randomly come to me, even outside showers (lol 😂). Hoping to relieve people from stress by helping them string words together. Hoping to help someone struggling with a...
