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You can take time for sibling rivalry, even when you don’t have time to breathe. It can be the pettiest of things, and no single day goes by when you don’t have a fight with them.
I am the oldest of my two siblings. We have a love-hate relationship as we cannot live without each other and we can’t even live with each other. Well, it changes from time to time. And by time, I mean even a few seconds.
We are the best of friends when my mother makes something we don’t like for dinner. We don’t need words to communicate, and a single nod is enough to have a silent deal at the dinner table that we’re going to order food online at night. The duties get divided. I pay for the meal, my brother goes down to get the parcel, and my sister guards the police’s (my parents’) door in case they come out for something.
And we can turn into the worst enemies in no time. For example, despite having all the world’s clothes, my sister has “nothing to wear” and wants my outfit, even if we have the same ones because mine looks better on her. Does that make any sense? It doesn’t to me either. And so, my things get stolen. Well, I consider it to be stealing because my permission wasn’t asked before my clothes were taken.
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Having siblings makes you strong and resilient. Because no one in the universe is going to roast you and keep you down to earth, the way they do. The fight between the three of us could be very entertaining for a spectator. My cousins always crack up when hearing our rhetoric. Who wins among the three of us? The one who knows a secret. You’re about to give your best punchline and the best one-liner anyone has heard of, when they interrupt you and go like, “Say another word, and I’ll tell mom you broke a plate from her favourite dinner set.”
It doesn’t end there. They’ll then blackmail you to do all their chores, from calling you just to pass them the TV remote to do their projects a day before submission, and if you dare say ‘no’, their loud voice saying “Mummaa, do you want to know what happened the other day…” this is all they need to bring you back on track.
A friend of mine is a single child. I always used to tell her how lucky she was. But those were just meaningless words. Having someone who’ll be there for you no matter what, understanding and supporting you when no other human is able to, pulling you out of the problems you fall into even before you ask for help, and making you laugh when you’re at your lowest, is truly a blessing.
We do make the best team.
Sources: Bloggers’ own opinion
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