There are very many people who were the third born, but when it comes to those sibling videos, they are always about two siblings and never three. Here are a few things to keep in mind about the youngest sibling, this list does not apply to everyone it is mostly a personal preference, but maybe it can teach you a few things.
2005 was the hardest year for my family and I. Being a little girl and losing the world you once knew is something you can’t quite grasp unless you’ve lived it. I remember we were sitting in the living room watching the news the night before Katrina hit. We were honestly contemplating staying and riding it out because they only classified it as a category two hurricane... good thing we left! I remember mom'soms boyfriend at the time screwing big wooden planks on the front and back door just for support even though we didn’t think we’d need it. I remember packing up my mom's Honda Pilot with a bag of clothes for only a few days.
A bond between two sisters is supposed to be unbreakable. Unfortunately, in my life, that proved to be untrue. My sister and I have always been extremely close. We fought, as normal sisters do, but we would have done anything for each other, or so I thought. My sister is three years younger than I am. The small age difference made me believe that because I was older, I had to do everything in my power to protect her. And I did. I protected her with everything that I had, until she betrayed our entire family.
The day she was born is one of my favorite memories.
Jealuosy is defined as showing envy of someone's success.
Beautiful. You were beautiful. Light would burst through a room when you were in it. You had big brown eyes and a wonderfully warm smile. Everything made you laugh, even when you weren't doing so well. I remember mom would sit you in between her legs and we would all play ball, we even played hide and seek, sometimes the family dog joined in! I would read to you and play school. We really had a wonderful short childhood together. We would hang out in my room and listen to music and talk, you mostly listened.
Five hundred and seventy-eight days...
This is the story of three sisters and the year that truly made them inseparable. Born into a large family of six in rural Alberta, each sister possessed her own grit and untamed spirit. All three were very different.
When I was six years old I wanted to be a nun, and by the time I was sixteen I wanted to be a cage dancer. That's a big leap, but my life was not like most people's. My parents were both one-of-a kind, and they lived life the way they wanted, usually dragging my sister and I behind them kicking and screaming.
It’s one of those nights to where my mind drifts and I ponder about life. Lately, I’ve been on my best journey yet to self-discovery. For the longest time, I have wanted that teenage girl I used to be so innocent, untouched, carefree and always cautious. Now that I’m much older I want something I haven’t had yet. To love who I am for all my flaws and imperfections and to care less who loves me or will be by my side. Those that are the truest will never stray, any amount of time or distance they will never part from us.
Siblings, they are usually the one to help you, and have your back when you get in trouble. But not my siblings.