Inspired by @jennifergster and many more. Sorry this list is so pretentious.
I never really fought with my big sisters.
They were super nice to me.
They told me I was handsome all the time.
Angie made up elaborate games to play with me.
And she took me out to Noble Romans for breadsticks and to talk just the two of us all the time.
Mary read and commented on my school papers.
She told me I was smart.
And taught me to ride a bike and tie my shoes.
They acted like I was a treasure.
Sure they teased me sometimes or told me I was being “so annoying”. And they HATED it when I puked in the car as if it was my fault.
But when their friends came over they always introduced me and told them I was their awesome baby brother.
When I went to visit them when they left for college all the slightly scary and very pretty college girls surrounded me in the hall and hugged me. They told me they recognized me from the pictures on the walls and that my sisters talked about me all the time.
They made me feel loved.
And important.
I see big sisters on tv and movies and they’re always so awful.
And I think “that’s not at all how big sisters are.”
“Big sisters are amazing.”
But maybe I was just lucky.
Maybe I was just blessed.
Or maybe those pop culture sisters are a lie.