siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
To my baby sister,
Dear baby sister, I can't imagine how embarrassed our parents felt every time they peeled me off their lap, begging for a sister I could play with. It wasn't their fault I'd get so bored. But even then, they knew I couldn't squish ants under my thumbs forever.
Childhood in the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Summers in the valley were quite a mystical adventure. As soon as school let out at the end of June, the warmth of summer vacation, kids being kids with their friends, soon took over. As a kid, here's how I remember the valley.
Who broke the blind?
Dear mom, Do you remember back in 2001 when we were living in the apartments in South Garden? You asked all 3 of my siblings including myself who broke the blind from the window? Well, I have a confession, I did it! Im finally admitting it after 21 years because I’m an adult lol. Let me tell you the story of how it all went down and why I never told a single soul not even you or my brothers and sister.
Evangelina MendozaPublished 13 days ago in Families
The Love Languages of Oldest Siblings
The epiphany came to me one night after my fiancée and I adopted our 4-year-old rescue dog, Ace (bear with me). Due to his reactive nature towards our cat, Pesto, the living/kitchen of my small apartment become a space for Ace while my bedroom was for Pesto. The first few weeks, Ace’s vocal need for attention knew no boundary, certainly not at night. Therefore, I spent those first few weeks sleeping on the couch with Ace, working with his separation anxiety until I could finally return to my bed. During those weeks, Pesto unfortunately received less attention then the time B.A. (Before Ace) and was less than pleased about that.
Abi RisserPublished 27 days ago in Families
Smart, Gentle, Accepting
We met when I was sixteen. And honestly, if you could become friends with my sixteen-year-old self, you are a strong and gifted person. He was and still is.
Jessica NorrisPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesThe Middle Child
With the Internet as it is right now, you can easily find answers to almost everything. And so I stumbled upon comments and articles where people shared their stories of being treated unfairly by their parents as they are the middle child.
Comical, Thoughtful, and Faithful
When my little brother was born, I was less than thrilled. I wanted another little sister, not a little brother. But my attitude could not have been more wrong.
Jessica NorrisPublished 2 months ago in Families
The Iron Man
Because I was eight years old and the only girl in the neighborhood at that time, my ten-year-old brother always let me tag along with him and his friends. Although he made me feel welcomed and like “one of the boys”, it wasn’t until I was much older that I realized I never did actually participate in their games. Being older, my brother felt very protective towards me and made sure none of his friends made an issue of me hanging around them.
Margaret BrennanPublished 2 months ago in Families
Doggy love story
My family has consistently had a Golden Retriever as our family canine and, surprisingly, reared two of them for a considerable length of time. Henry was the male and was dependably "my canine" as a teen. I generally said that one day I would have one of his little dogs. As far back as I can recollect from us having brilliant retrievers, I generally needed my very own pup when everything looked good and I was fit for really focusing on my own canine freely. Tragically; after a few litters of pups, my parent's female canine Lilly was really exhausted so my folks chose to fix Henry and quit reproducing both of them. I was crushed on the grounds that I was as yet not perfectly located to really focus on my own canine and I truly thought I had botched my opportunity of having one of Henry's little dogs. Not long after the two quit rearing, I moved to Dallas for a considerable length of time and afterward to Austin, TX. The main canine I at any point got to see during that time were on the uncommon events I would visit Henry while remaining in East Texas for these special seasons.
The Plain Sister
I have two sisters. I am the youngest. I am also the plain one. I don’t say this to gain sympathy or have people disagree. It is just a fact. I have come to accept it.
His Last ROUND!
He was covered in blood when he waived down the Sherriff Deputy. The deputy didn’t know what to think when he saw a fifteen year old boy covered in blood and in hunting gear. The boy was pale in color, like he had seen a ghost. The boy didn’t know where he was or how he got there. All he knew is he and his buddies needed help and quick.
Lawrence Edward HincheePublished 2 months ago in Families
The Close-Eyed Kid
This morning, while reading a story based on youth sports teams, I was reminded of the time we enrolled the boys in a summer t-ball youth sports group.
Tomás G RobinsonPublished 3 months ago in Families
