What does it feel like to have a younger sister?

I still remember that day, I went to the hospital with my father and my parents to greet my mother. She has this child next to her. I was quickly confused when I saw my mother taking care of someone other than me. I will lose feeling as we come back with a strange baby. I do not understand. I cried and went to bed that night.

Well, looking back, I can see that my older brother had heard that there was a problem with the sister being an only child at the age of ten. He wanted to be the only child, I did not choose to be the only child (intermediate child crisis), I want to be at least the only daughter, she broke my dream * Choking And then whimsical *

There is a character difference between my older sister and my name T and L. She is Anita, I am Anila. She is four years younger than me. She used to be the biggest fan of my growth. I am her first playmate. She always asked my mother to buy the same clothes as mine. She was very happy with me. We are all copies of Dad. She seems I am growing, she is very small. As the years passed, my feelings for her are getting bigger and bigger, I often return from school and wait to play with her.

She is the perfect "Sharma Ji" daughter that your mother was talking about. In most families, young brothers and sisters are told to see the elderly and learn, but in my case the opposite is true, I always like my sister.

We have opposite character. She is a very talented NERD who loves dancing, singing and exercising. My only genius is blinking. I am a trouble maker and I spend time with my friends. People treat her as an elderly person (Buahaha, I still do this because I know what you know). She was very calm and I was a speaker. We have to take classical dance lessons at school, and even after 3 years of study I can never get tactics, and my sister is extra for her interests I accepted the dance lesson. For obvious reasons, the dance teacher was surprised to learn that she is my sister.

Despite all the differences, my sister is the greatest blessing in my life. She is protecting me very much. It seems to be older than my sister. She is my support system. I can ask her to report at any time. She is doing this for me now.

She is my crime, secret administrator, counselor, motivator, any criminal of my best friend's companion. Before making a big decision in my life, I will consult her. Yes, she made food for me, which is a big deal for me. According to me, there are people who cook in the shape of pure love. She is the best gift from my parents. I like her work.

It is exhilarating to deal with this feeling while remembering the beautiful woman I have in my life. My older sister Daman slowly became my best friend. She made me allow you to sleep in her own room, especially when I came home, I became a nomad. She understands my needs delicately and is ready to push me forward in the right direction when needed. On another occasion, I mentioned to my sister Didy that I wanted to buy this new board game to play with my cousin, but it takes time to deliver. She went all the way to Target and I had more time to try to find it for me the day before arriving at Prime. Surrounded by so many earth bends, it always makes people feel warm

I grew up with two older sisters and my sister 's family I always admired. My older sister is a typical older sister who everyone looks up. All she is planning - she succeeded. My second sister works in my own way. I can not say what to do to anyone - this is the reason everyone loves her. My sister and my best friend are the wisest people you have ever seen in your life. Academic and social aspects and me? I am a third child, middle-aged child. For a long time, I feel that everything in my life is like this.

This is a difficult thing. When my sister was born, the life for me became hell. I am a middle-aged child 3 years old. I have a sister, now my sister. For some reason, my sister began doing much more harmful and destructive things. The worst thing I found out that she could paint was powder and lotion. My sister was born in 1965. Our house is an oak hardwood flooring. Under my sister's diaper replacement table, of course, diapers are used to help her for many years using cloth diapers and various things. My older sister said she would paint it baby powder and baby lotion directly on the floor and paint it on all the cracks on the hardwood floor. "