A CERTIFIED NUISANCE

Being an older brother should come with hazard pay. Seriously. I mean, I signed up for "protective, responsible big brother" when Esha was born-not "full-time victim of pranks and hoodie theft." One minute, she was a tiny, innocent baby gripping my thumb; now, she's a fourteen-year-old menace who thinks my wardrobe is her personal collection.

The latest disaster? She stole my favorite shirt, paraded around the house like she was on a fashion show, and then had the audacity to scream, "MUMMA! BHAIYA'S HARASSING ME!" when I tried to get it back. Spoiler alert: I got scolded. Again.

And when our parents left for a trip, Mom said, "Take care of each other." Yeah, right. The moment the front door shut, Esha declared war. Hoodies vanished. My protein powder ended up in the trash. And when I tried to teach her a lesson by pretending to throw her in the dustbin, she cried dramatically until I gave up.

But here's the thing: I wouldn't trade it for anything. Because underneath the chaos, the bickering, and the constant battle over my stuff, she's still my annoying little sister. And as much as she drives me crazy, life without her antics would be... well, boring. But don't tell her I said that. I'll never hear the end of it. And somehow ends up declaring herself as my "little princess" so I can spoil her.
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