Who else is in this boat of siblings show off? Am I the only one who does not hesitate to show off her siblings every time an opportunity arises? It is not that I do it intentionally, it just sorts of happens, like there is always a story from one of them that I can use to buttress my point😂😂
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What early memories do you have of your sibling(s)?
Growing up I had so many beautiful memories of my siblings from when we were toddlers, teenagers, and even now as adults.
I remember when my little brother and sister came into our family and snatched the last-born status from me. I mean, I was doing just fine, enjoying all the attention and perks of being the last child of the family and without warning, my mum went out for days and returned with a baby with some other women.
Just like I remember, at first I thought it was one of the women's baby and this particular baby was going to go back with his or her mother only to realize this baby would be stuck with me for life.
I watched as I was stripped of all the last child privileges and my little sister enjoyed every bit of it, she suddenly became the angel of the house but her victory was short-lived when my little brother came into our lives and snatched all last-child privileges from her and hers was worse because he was the first and only boy and my family was really excited as my parents had three girls already.
Before I could get a hang of everything happening in my environment I moved from being the last child to becoming someone’s elder sister, a freaking elder sister! how did it happen?!😂😂
One funny memory I have of my childhood has to be the day I carried my little sister from her baby court. I was really small as at that time, only my mum, my little sister, and I were home. My mum had gone to take her bath when my little sister started crying nonstop, I kept telling her sorry but she didn't stop and in a matter of minutes I picked a stool, climbed, and carried my baby sister from her court, the fact that I didn't fall from the stool with that child still suprises me.
While I was holding my little sister my mum came. According to my mum, she was scared to death that I was going to drop my sister before she got to me😂😂
For some reason that memory seems so fresh to me.
My siblings mean the world to me and I cannot imagine a world without them in it. We fight, like we go really hard on each other back then that you would sometimes question if you were the adopted child among the lot. We schemed, we were mischievous, and above all, we loved and still love each other like our lives depended on it.
Sometimes I wonder how some people fight with their siblings to the point where they don't talk to each other for months or years, like how do they survive?
One thing I am grateful for to my parents is them teaching me and my siblings to love ourselves, we might not have had all the good things of life while growing up but we had each other and we were content😃
Two weeks ago was the first time I saw my siblings in two years as we were scattered in different cities, the reunion was everything, and going back to our different cities was tough.
In the last two years, we've kept tabs on each other's lives, as our group chat is ever buzzing with the latest news, gist, and gossip. We've shared in each other's happiness and sorrow, we've had each other's back, we've advised, mentored, and wept with each other.
It's been one hell of a ride with these humans God blessed me with, do they drive me crazy? Hell YES! Would I trade them for anything? Hell NO!
We are a system, Just like the computer cannot function effectively without some of its parts so we cannot function effectively without each other. We are stuck for life like gums from old shoes😊😊
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