siblings

Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.

Why my sister is the Best
To my best friend and baby sister, The day you were born, my life became infinitely more blessed. You were a little ray of sunshine, that would one day grow up to be a beautiful beam of light. If it weren't for you, I would not be who I am today. You have helped shape me since this very hot August day, 1993, and for that I am eternally grateful.
By Kahsia Solaire6 years ago in Families
Blood is Thicker Than Water, Always.
Being bullied from middle school throughout high school was a very life changing experience, however it built character. Personally, I find myself still learning about myself in the midst of forgiveness and healing, but that’s what life is all about. I remember being tormented in my last year of eighth grade and coming home crying to my older brother about my appearance and how much I wanted to look like a different girl.
By Tiffany Linton6 years ago in Families
Sisters as friends
It was about 41 years ago. I was wor in vice unit as a young police officer in Washington DC. As I entered the stat the station clerk yelled at me to please call my sister Chrystal and she then gave me a piece of paper with a number on it.
By Sandy Austin6 years ago in Families
Forever friends
Dear sis, The universe got a little brighter the day you were born. Mum loves to tell the story of how I was in the birthing suite watching you be born. Every few minutes I would wipe mum’s face with a wet cloth and go back to have a look at her birthing you, mum’s little helper, she called me. That was the day I met my forever friend, best friends for life.
By Louise Sly6 years ago in Families
Sisters
I am the youngest of 4 girls in my family. Me and my three older sisters had decided we wanted to get a matching tattoo about 4 years ago!
By Danielle Paul6 years ago in Families
Life Lessons from my Little Brother
There is no one in this world I love more than my younger brother. For the last 15 years, he's been my best friend and my worst enemy. He's been the voice of reason and the peacekeeper in the family, and he's been like that for a very long time. My mother calls him an "old soul" and I can't help but agree with her. He's one of the smartest people I know, and his mind is amazing in all different kinds of ways.
By Mary Caitlyn6 years ago in Families
Family's Annual Tradition of Eating at IHOP
Pearl Watkins raised ten children as a single parent in the small town of Maddox, Louisiana in the 1950s. The children were like stairsteps because they were born one or two years apart. Of the ten children, there were eight girls and two boys. Pearl wanted a boy so she kept having babies until the ninth child was a boy. She loved Bernard so much that she has another boy that she named Grayson. Bernard and Grayson seemed to get all the attention, but the girls didn't mind because there were eight of them. They played together, wore each other's clothes, and even bickered among themselves.
By Margaret Minnicks6 years ago in Families
My Sister's Flip
I had just finished the book.....amazing story! Was it a true story? I had to find out, so I looked it up online and sure enough! The story was written from the perspective of the founder. It was a true story about her life and how she came to do what she had always been passionate about. I wanted to go. I thought about how much fun it would be to go and even more so, how much fun it would be to take my sister. Our love for animals was so similar. I thought about it and realized her thirteenth birthday would be coming up in a few months. What a better present than to visit a non profit animal sanctuary.
By Jessica R Alagna6 years ago in Families
unwanted marble
I was handed a marble. It's clear with curls of blue along its insides. It was cold when I first touched it, but has seemed to have taken some of my heat. It's hard and round, although its shape doesn't matter too much to me. I didn't ask for the marble, but I took it anyway. Now I can't let go of it. I can't even set it down without fear of it rolling away and never coming back. This small marble that didn't even exist to me over five minutes ago is already telling me what to do.
By drea6 years ago in Families
A Night In A Jail Cell
My sister Liz told me about a dream she had last night. She told me the cops showed up to our door, said to her, “You’re comin’ with us,” and handcuffed her. They put her in the cruiser, and off they went.
By Emma Keefe6 years ago in Families
3 AM Feels
Past: Let's talk about sister's, the firstborn, our older sister. I bet you many of us can relate to this, the firstborn will always be like their parents, a mother or like their dad (older brother) unfortunately for some of us they treat you like a piece of shit and never once was there for you and never liked you and that was me the little sister.
By PandaX6 years ago in Families
The Big Brother and the Bully
I was 11 years old when I became a brother. My parents second child was my sister Rachel. I was so happy when informed of her birth, because all the kids in my neighborhood had brothers and sisters. It would get pretty lonely being an only child. so having a sibling was all I ever wanted. At 13 we moved to another neighborhood on the better side of town, and my mother was pregnant with her third child, Raleigh. Let me tell you this kid was tough. When I was in high school and would bring a friend to my house the first thing he would do was punch them right in the nuts, laugh, and run out of the room. This is when he was about three. Once when he was five a friend of mine hoisted him up and pretended he was going to put him on the roof, and Raleigh hauled off and slapped the shit out of him, leaving a small hand print on his face.
By Shawn Conwell6 years ago in Families