I'm the eldest of four, with one little sister and two younger brothers. I've almost always enjoyed my brothers, but my little sister and I used to almost be mortal enemies. I was a tomboy who wore dresses, she was a femme fatale who wore jeans. Go figure. When I was five, I cut off her hair. She couldn't talk to defend herself. I made her think she did it.
I was such a sweet older sister. =P
Anyway, she was always my mother's favorite. I was always my mother's least favorite, because I supposedly inherited a neurological disorder from my father. (I say supposedly because I don't believe I really have the disorder, even though I have been diagnosed with it. I simply don't believe it. I'm too much of a success, in my honest opinion.) My mother always listened to my sister and never to me, because she thought I was the retarded one who didn't deserve to be heard. She thought I exaggerated on everything and that I basically had no faith in people whatsoever, so my opinions were never even considered with her. My younger sister realized that she was the favorite, so she began to bask in her glory. This made her grow up to be a general pain. She decided to join the police force, because in her mind, this somehow proved she was stronger than me. It obviously didn't, but in her mind, anyone that works in fields related to education is a complete nerd. She's not the most mature person ever born.
I still disagree with my sister on a number of things. We're alike in some respects, and yet we're as different as night and day. Though all the squabbles we had as kids were eventually resolved, and we do have mutual respect for each other, I think our mother ruined the friendship we could have had before it even started.
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