I have a small family of four and I think it has made us stronger throughout the years. My parents had two daughters, so that means there would be a lot of sharing and compromising between my older sister, Marie and I. I would have to say that I am very blessed to have parents like mine. After 25 years of marriage they are still together and going strong. They have set a very good example for Marie and I. My parents have taught us very good values and always steered us in the right direction. Even though Marie and I were taught the right way to behave and act, it didn’t mean that we didn’t fight. We would fight all the time and I, the baby of the family, would always be the one who got in trouble. My parents thought that I was a liar and that my older sister was an angel when we were growing up. I felt like I was a huge troublemaker and it would make me have a serious issue with Marie, because she would love every minute of me getting into trouble.
There is one story that I will never forget. It was probably one of the biggest fights that Marie and I had together. As sisters we couldn’t share anything and it was a fight every time we had to share anything with each other. My parents were leaving on a Saturday for the day and Marie and I were just old enough to be home alone, so we didn’t have a babysitter to watch us. Mom and Dad gave us the talk about how we needed to get along and not to fight otherwise there would be a punishment for the both of us. Marie and I were getting along at the time and we thought we could handle staying home alone with each other. After my parents had left Marie and I continued to play with our doll houses and trying not to start an altercation. We were playing so nicely until one of us started to have a small argument over which doll was ours. I thought it was mine and she thought it was hers because we both had the exact same doll. With my older sister being bigger than me and stronger she was able to steal the doll away from me causing a pushing match. I was not about to stand for this and fought back. Soon we were rolling around on the ground fighting over whose doll it was. The fighting did not end until my parents came home. They immediately broke up the fight and we were sent to our rooms. Of course they went to talk to my older sister first wanting to get the entire story. After a while of talking it was my turn to be talked to. The minute they came into my room they looked at me like I was the one who started the fight. My parents heard my story and then told me that we were both not allowed to play dolls for a week. At this age I was devastated. I knew that toy was mine and that it wasn’t Marie’s. I didn’t understand why I had to be punished?
I remember the next day Marie came out of her room saying she found her doll in the back of her closet. She was so glad to have found her toy that she must have forgotten our fight the day before. I knew I was right and that the doll I was playing with was mine. It was such a great feeling and I was just waiting for my parents to say that I was right. To my dismay they didn’t reward me for telling the truth. I was told that I was a part of the fight and that I was still in trouble. This fight definitely showed that the older sibling always gets the better treatment. I’m sure that being the baby of the family I got away with doing something bad, but my parents took my sisters word most of the time.
Like any younger sibling I looked up to my older sister. I think my parents expected Marie to take care of me in some ways, teach me new things, and to be my lifelong friend. I think my parents also expected us to have our fights and make ups. We may have pushed each other’s buttons, but we knew we loved each other and it made our family stronger. I don’t think I would have changed anything about my childhood and the fights that I got into with my older sister.
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