So, about 5 minutes ago, I was in the kitchen making dinner and then a thought suddenly hit me in the gut: I don't spend much time with my siblings. Sure, I'll be there when they need me, but quality time is never spent. And my own childhood can't be in blame: I was never neglected as a child. Yes, dad was never there, and mom had to work insane hours, and not all of us got to bond a lot. But they always make up for it: mom will always ask for days off just to take me somewhere, and dad will hold off smoking even for just one day (I'm asthmatic). I was a single child since the age of #, and I was always the center of attention. And then I came to realize that my siblings had to share the attention they got from mom and dad since they're one year apart. If one of them got more attention, the other felt neglected. Such a thought makes my heart ache, but it's true; they didn't get to experience the luxury I went through. No one should be neglected, everyone deserves love, but it's hard to share it when you have two extra siblings.