siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Life with a Famous Sibling
I can guarantee the first thought going through your mind after reading the title of this story is, "who is the famous person?" Now, I am not going to blow your mind and say my sister is Miley Cyrus or my brother is Ashton Kutcher. But in fact, my brother is Nathan from the band Hippo Campus. Never heard of them?
KenzieJane BerryPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesA Letter
Dear Brother-In-Law, I've noticed that you are a tortured soul. Lashing out when the expectations you have set up for yourself aren't met. Placing blame on others for actions you alone have committed. Afraid to ask for help when you need it the most, because it may damage your ego. I know you don't like me, and I don't like you. You take on an alter ego when the truth hits you in the face, and it is never a sugar coated lie to boost your insecurity. Oh, brother-in-law, how can you possibly dismiss all the pain and torment you have caused and created? Those who have given you all their time and energy to keep you quiet have never been good enough for you. You change your stories so many times that they are difficult to believe. Whenever you get called out on your charades, even with all the proof, you do everything in your power to deny the truth, causing the worlds of the people you supposedly love crumble apart. If you are even half the man that you boast yourself to be, then why do you create such a path of disaster and destruction?
Joy ErgangPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesA Letter to My Big Sister
Dear Sister, In the very beginning of my life, my first day here on this earth I was greeted with two smiling faces one of which was our mom's and the other... Well, the other was yours. Even at the age of three you anxiously awaited my arrival and it wouldn't be long until we became the very best of friends.
Jennifer CampbellPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesFinding a Mud Puddle Among Other Things With My Sister
My sister and I were sitting in a mud puddle in our underwear when police showed up to take us home. We were seven and six years old when we decided to run away. That morning, after packing our wagon with a loaf of bread, peanut butter and stuffed animals, we set out for our new life. A better life without rules and regulations, freedom in the greatest sense of the word. Walking out the door, we felt what I assume most people feel the first time they leave their lives behind: fear, excitement, the natural adrenaline of tackling a new challenge. Being the youngest, my sister was understandably unsure of our plan, but she followed regardless, trusting me and all the knowledge I had acquired in the year before her. I knew better, plain and simple.
Ryan AdamsPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesWorst Wedding Ever
Six months ago there was an event that pushed me into a depression. I’ve thought of it so many times and sometimes it even takes over my dreams. I am writing this because I am looking for help; I am looking for a magical solution.
What It's Like to Grow Up as the "Normal" Kid
At first glance my family and many others like it look completely "normal." Of course normal is a very relative term and means something different to every person. But when you take a closer look you can see the differences from most people’s definition of the word. I grew up as the older sister of a sibling with autism. And while I got to grow up as the "normal" one, I did not grow up without feeling the effects of it.
Caitlin SullivanPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesA Life Not Spent Alive
The earliest memory I have of myself is one that, to anyone else, seems pointless to hold on to. A waste of memory space, so I've heard. But, I don't know...I cherish it too much.
Sisters Till the End
This picture is just from this past Christmas. Do I hate my sisters? Sometimes. Is there ever time that I feel that I need my sisters? A lot. Do I have a lot of love for both of my sisters? Yes! Us 3 girls grew up on a farm of 40 acres. So, if we ever felt to get a way from each other, sometimes wasn't always possible. Even with that much land. That's because we would follow one another out there in the wilderness of the farm. There is were I learned that family come first no matter what. That my sisters were my very first friends. Friends that I loved yet didn't always see eye to eye with. They are my sisters. I do love them with all of my heart. Even if there are times that we don't talk, and times that we don't see each other. The love is still there. My oldest sister is the one that I was always closest to growing up to, and if I ever had a problem, she was always there to listen and give me advice. The middle sister, she never gave me advice, she would gripe about every little thing that I was doing wrong at that time, or gripe about my problem even today what I would be doing wrong. Tell me which sister would be the best bet to talk to in bad times. Don't worry, I'll wait.
Susan Whallon MeeksPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesBlood and Water
All my life I have never understood people whose sisters are their best friend. Seeing two sisters hugging and hanging out and actually enjoying it was like seeing a unicorn for me. I could not fathom being my sister's best friend. Especially since most of the time I never really felt like her little sister.
Tanisha MontgomeryPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesMy Not So "Perfect" Life
Hello, my name is Downey. Brooke Downey. I am 17 years old, I live in Ontario, Canada in a Women's Shelter, and grew up in my area of Stayner for all of my life until just a little bit ago. I currently attend Jean Vanier for my last year, grade 12!! "I'm so close to being done," my mind screams every day in excitement. That was, well, until I got into a situation that made my life a little messy.
Brooke DowneyPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesHalf-Sibling and Full Trouble
As my oldest half-sister passed me on the way out of probate court, she hissed to me that she wished I was in a coma. Our stepmother lay in a coma in a nursing facility, the result of an accident she would never recover from. My half-sister was trying to take advantage of the situation by making a bid to grab whatever she thought my father had left behind when he passed on years ago. She made sure that neither the judge, her lawyer, or our stepmother’s lawyer could hear her comment to me. I did not reply. It was the first time we had seen each other since our father had passed on twelve years earlier.
Hillari HunterPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesMaking Changes
As the older sibling it was always my duty to step in and help where I could, but over the years (and as my brothers grew up) the roles switched and I had sort of been in a downward spiral ever since.
Sarah HalePublished 6 years ago in Families