siblings

Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.

Unspoken Agreement
Here's the thing about the thing about loss. It leaves a mark on your soul. Every. Single. Time. No matter how big or small the loss is, it will leave you forever changed. Sometimes in the most unexpected of ways.
By Lani Perrette5 years ago in Families
Love Carmen
“Kai…Kai, you can’t lie around all day in the grass.” I rolled my head to the side to see my stepsister gliding towards through the tall weeds that grew along the outer skirts of the pond. Carmen was always looking out for me, making sure I did not get lost in my own world. I loved the realism of feeling the sun on my face, feeling the warmth rise even though I was lying flat on my back. I would listen to the willow trees wrestle in the wind and the birds singing their songs. Carmen’s words came through to me.
By Rebecca Jar5 years ago in Families
Lost & Found
The phone number for the incoming call was not one I recognized. But the area code, 425, was. It was from the Bellevue-Mercer Island area or the “eastside” of Seattle, Washington – where I’d grown up.
By Thomas Michael DiJulio5 years ago in Families
Faithlessly Rewarded
I never imagined I would beat my sister and win first runner-up. I didn’t have the slightest thought that I would win. As I stare into the crowd waving I see my parent’s disappointed faces. I turn around looking at my sister to see her tear-filled eyes and angry face staring at me. I would normally feel heartbroken when my parents still aren’t proud, but at that moment I felt proud. As I am brought a crown, sash, bouquet, and the $20,000 I can’t help but smile.
By Elliot M5 years ago in Families
My mind
My mind The sun beaming through my window viciously, I pulled my covers over my head and hid, I still had a sharp and throbbing headache from a few days before, I just could not shake it. Drifting off again slowly into my sleep, I feel a foot . And Immediately went into nostalgia for a quick second. Like it was just an old memory. This was not just any foot, but my little brother Nathaniel’s foot. The crustiest foot you’ve ever seen, at least for a 10-year-old. I pushed it off course, but boy was that the end of my sleep.
By crystal john5 years ago in Families
No Big Deal
He entered without knocking and left the door open behind him. We’re out of bread, he said and placed a coffee on the edge of the bath for me.
By Katy Hall5 years ago in Families
The Cobalt Seal
“How much more time are you going to spend cleaning out the old woman’s house?” Jessa complained about the umpteenth time that day, “You know, her kids should be doing this. Not you.”
By Hasbleidy Mylee5 years ago in Families
One Heart
One Heart My sister’s hand was still warm as it remained intertwined with mine. It was the stillness that served as the harsh reminder that she was gone. Our parents tried to comfort me and one another, but I had yet to cry. I couldn’t focus on them right now; my eyes were transfixed on Kori’s hands. Her long slender fingers inside of my hand. The matching half heart tattoos we had on our left ring fingers. Being only 18 months apart, she was my very best friend. She had held my hand my entire life and I wasn’t sure if I could let hers go. Panic rumbled in the pit of my stomach with the prospect of leaving the hospital, leaving my sister here to be cold and lonely. A sob clawed its way out my throat. I couldn’t understand what had happened. Although, Kori had been diagnosed in childhood with congenital heart disease, she hadn’t told me about being ill. We told each other everything. We had no secrets, or at least that’s what I always thought. I asked her over Christmas break if she was okay because she kept getting tired and she reassured me that she was fine, she had started a new medication and simply had to readjust. I wasn’t to worry and when I suggested taking time off from school to stay until she felt better, she wouldn’t allow it. She reiterated the importance of staying with my studies, especially in my freshmen year. Since then, she had seemed her usual self on our FaceTime chats. Maybe I wasn’t paying close enough attention. I was in my freshman year at a college half way across the country that she had insisted I go to. I never wanted to be so far away from her, but she assured me that it would be good for me, that she couldn’t be my whole life.
By Chenequa Terrell5 years ago in Families
Fallout Shelter
During the summer when I was 9, I lived a house we rented at the end of a road in Northern California. It was a rental from some weird guy that sang in a band. Their favorite song to sing was that one about the lion sleeping in the jungle. He would sing when he came over to fix things on the house. There were huge pine trees everywhere. Squirrels running and jumping from branch to branch, occasionally bombing you with a pinecone knocked loose. Once a pinecone broke our patio table. Of course, our mom didn’t believe it was not me or my little sister that broke the table.
By Nicholas Bradd5 years ago in Families
A Strange Day
Look in the box, you have to do it eventually, it’s weighing you down hun…closure is so important. All of this I heard every day from my mom, until she finally gave up getting me to open this box up. As well she should have. I don’t need to look in the box and see the fragments of the past from a sorry useless brother who never cared about our family. He left us as soon as he could and I don’t need that reminder. So I shoved the box in the farthest corner of my closet and that was that. And I’m sure she never looked either, she’s not that snoopy kind of mom. She is all go with the flow and ‘if you do it..do it here safely’, honestly I sometimes forget I’m not her mother.
By Taylor McElroy5 years ago in Families
9 Long Years
It was a crisp, autumn day in Peru, 2 months before her 18th birthday. She sat holding her little black tattered book, slowing turning one tear-stained page after another. She had done this very same thing every chance she had for the last 9 years, whenever she wouldn’t get caught. This time there was just a bit more nostalgia. Maybe it was because her big milestone birthday was fast approaching, and like every other one since her father had disappeared with her from the Arizona desert, she knew there would be no celebrating. There would be no cake, no candles, no decorations, no song!
By Deliverance Dockter5 years ago in Families
All Is Fair
When they had seen the apartment with its bare walls and freshly cleaned carpets smelling of baking soda, they had run to the living room to find it completely empty except for a worthless coffee table on which sat three envelopes and a small black notebook. Katerina had taken hers to the staircase, Oliver had leaned against the wall by the window, the sun poking through the letter he held tight in his hand, while Izzy had sat right there on the carpet, in the middle of the room. She hadn’t started reading yet. She was eyeing the notebook. Her siblings. And herself. All three of them were acting like their envelope contained something the other two didn’t. Was it true? Did all three envelopes contain the same cheque for the same amount of money? Or were they supposed to keep it a secret from the other two? One could see the mental math on their faces: how much is twenty thousand dollars, split three ways? Not enough to keep the peace.
By Maï5 years ago in Families