Before anyone becomes my close friend, I ask if the person is a last born. And in as much as I admire such people, I want nothing to do with them because they are so petty. I’m yet to meet any last child who isn’t petty.(In fact, if you fall under this category, kindly hit me up and let’s be best friends)
As the last child of my parents, I was babied growing up. And for some reason, I cultivated a habit of not doing something if my brothers don’t it or doing it only if they do. One of the funniest things I remember doing was finding 120 reasons why I wasn’t going to do house chores. And oh you’re right. The number reason was always because my brothers weren’t doing it so why should I do it?
I remember there was this day that my mom asked me to clean my room and then I started doing it but after a while, I stopped and rushed over to my brothers’ room and guess what? They were playing video games instead of cleaning their room which got me angry. I went back to my mom and told her I wasn’t going to continue cleaning my room anymore and even cried about it because I thought she hated me. Why tell me to clean my room while my brothers live happy lives?
Ohh it was even worse when it came to sharing of food. I had a ruler to measure anything my brothers and I had to share. It was normal that the eldest had to share but I wasn’t going to stand there for them to cheat me in any way. The funny part is after fighting head on head with them, I would always end up not being able to finish my food so they would also eat it at midnight which meant a lot of crying to do the next day.
You know the part I didn’t understand? Any time I fell ill, my brothers ate my food not just because I couldn’t eat but I also wanted to eat their food when they were ill. But for some reason, these little demons never lost appetite anytime they were ill. They would eat more than they even did when they were healthy and then I would be so pissed. There was even this time I poured a lot of salt in their salad and they still ate it anyway(They still dont know that was me). Anytime those things happened, I cried about it which was funny because I was the culprit.
Anytime we talk as family, we laugh about these things and my brothers never miss a chance to remind me of all those unnecessary grudges I used to hold against them. Sometimes I find myself asking what exactly I was looking for in life at that time. Surprisingly, I don’t have a problem doing all that I didnt want to do back then. Is it chores? Say no more. I might even paint the whole house while I’m at it.
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