Sisters and brothers

Sisters and brothers

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Don't you just hate it when you get blamed at for something your little sister or little brother did?YES!! The oldest always gets blamed which is so not fair.Like one time my sister left something on the floor and my mom said pick it up and I said my sister did that and she still says pick it up.I just hate when your parents blame for some thing you didn't do. The oldest always have to clean up the mess they have to do everything because they are little I understand that they are little but they could at least do something like clean up their mess.I have one little brother and one little sister I love them but can't they at least clean up their own mess?especially if you are busy and your mom please clean up your brothers and sisters mess.Even sometimes when they keep doing a mess. I have lots of friends that agree we always do th work it's boring being treated like that maybe I should (and you should) train them how to clean up their mess and maybe that would work.
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