My older sister A, is two years older than me. And my two younger siblings, R and S are eight and thirteen years behind me respectively. So you can imagine, that A and I had loads of time together before the others came along.
Perhaps because we’re closer in age, I’m closest to her. And close is an understatement. I was probably more like a leech in her eyes lol, following her everywhere she went. So much so that many friends till this day, are originally hers. I was just kinda absorbed into the group because I was forever in the background.
We have tons of stories to share, and recently, we were just sharing with the rest of the family some of the ridiculous things that we did together. Or rather, what I was made to do.
Being the pack leader, it comes as no surprise that A is the alpha and I was just her minion. I didn’t dare to oppose her till we were much much older. So when I was seven, I kept a diary, and A always wanted to read it. I refused, because a diary contains our secrets and innermost thoughts right? But her being clever (or maybe me not being very smart), she actually managed to get her way. On the pretext of wanting to help me improve my grammar, she told me that she needed to read it. So I stupidly handed it to her. And you know what’s more ridiculous? She actually made corrections with a red pen. To this day when I tell this story, she shamelessly claims credit for it and said that’s why my command of the language is so strong (I scored top marks in our National exams).
We were really like BFFs when we were younger. Probably also because our parents were very lax with us and we were always left to our own devices. We could talk for hours (we still do), and couldn’t bear to halt conversations. There were times when she needed to poop, and asked me to accompany her. Most normal people would most likely pause and continue after, but not us. I would take a little stool and sit outside the toilet while she did her business with the door wide open. If it was smelly, I would just cover my nose. What little inconvenience like smell matter if we were having such a good time right? I need to clarify that we stopped doing that in primary school in case some of you may have misunderstood us.
When we tell these stories, my younger siblings would laugh and call me stupid. I prefer the words naïve and gullible. I have tons more to share, but I could really publish a novel with all these anecdotes. So because of my naïveté, I’m known as not being the sharpest knife in the drawer within my family. But it’s ok, I know my true worth.
I will probably be sharing random stories here and there, let me know if you would like to hear more of my crazy stories. Just promise not to judge me after.