Little Gossip About my Sisters

Sister: “a female offspring having both parents in common with another offspring” is the dictionary definition of a sister. However, my definition of Sister is different. Sister: “someone in your family who is mentally unstable and hates his little brother.” At least I had this notion for a very long period of time. Of course I didn’t hate my sister from the first time, but after my baby brain started to adapt a very unique function “Memory”; I don’t remember a single pleasant memory of my sisters.

Golf clubs, toy sword, and scale are few of the many things that my sisters use to hit me with. The fight between my sisters and I was way beyond the common sense. I am incredibly thankful to God that my brain is still functioning right. My sisters are six-years older than me and they are now both graduated from college. (Now you might be wondering why my sister’s ages are same. For your information, I have twin sisters.) They were both a model at my age and lived a fantastic life until now. This is because they never had sisters like them. My youth was very harsh and every single day was a survival to me. A long time ago when my sisters weighed 70kg; they enjoyed wrestling with their little 18kg brother. Although 18kg brother didn’t really like wrestling he had no choice. It was a really devastating experience for me to wrestle with total 140kg of meat chunk, but because of the fact that I am a boy, I had to fight for my dignity. This is one reason why I had several religions in my youth because I would try every religion to keep those meat chunks coming near me.

The fight was not only the problem between those meat chunks and I. One of the many problems that I had to face was an order. One time, my sisters called me from the 4^th floor using phone and told me that they have a problem. I was in the basement helping my father to wash his car, but I had to go all the way up to 4^th floor because those meat chunks will hit me with anything hard until death. I ran up the stairs and asked my sisters if everything was okay. They smiled toward me and pointed toward the remoter controller that was 10-inch away from them and asked me to pick it up. I really knew that fat meat chunks didn’t want to move, but I thought calling a little brother from the basement floor to pick up the remote was madness. However, I just didn’t want to create any other conflicts with those meat chunks; I nicely handed them the remote.

I am now 18 years old and weigh 70kg, and I am very positive that I can win in any fight with my sisters. However, they are now 24 and weigh about 45kg. The time has flown away and everything has changed. I deeply think that I should somehow get my long time revenge at them. But in other hand, if I decide to take an advantage of being bigger, what is the difference between me and my sisters? My sisters know that they never been a nice sister to me, and I know that they are regretting their actions. This was enough for me. I once got caught from my dad trying to drive my dad’s car. My father was very unhappy about my action and tried to punish me. However, my sisters persuaded him not too. From this single experience, now I know that they don’t really hate me but care for me. Maybe I should rephrase my definition of Sister: “a family member who is mentally unstable, but someone who will always be on his little brother’s side no matter what he did.”