When my sister and I were young we had a twin talk that nobody could understand. It was frustrating for my mom. She has told me a story about being at Fred Meyers and Sharon was flipping out about something. She had no idea what she was saying. I understood her and tried to tell my mom something. She was still clueless. My brother looked at Sharon, Sharon then told me something, I then looked at my brother and told him something. He looked at my mom and went over to the next isle and picked up my sister's bottle.
As we got older we went by the rule "Its ok for me to mess with my siblings but nobody else can! When Sharon and I were about five a little boy at the park called me fat. She promptly pushed him down and punched him in the nose leaving him bloody and understanding you don't mess with her sissy. About the same year Sharon and I were playing at home. We had learned to write our names. She got out permanent markers and asked me to write our names on the wall. I said no and went to tell on her. When I came back she wrote my name on the wall instead of hers. Guess who got into trouble? I also have a scar on my middle finger from my sister accidentally cutting it nearly off the day before kindergarten started. Subsequently my brother also taught me out to flip people off with that very large bandaged finger.
When I was in 6th grade a decided I wanted to start wearing makeup. I came out of my grandmother's bathroom with far too much makeup on. My brother looked at me and said "Let me help you" He then proceeded to tell me "with makeup, less is best, you don't want to look like you are wearing makeup." My brother was also called upon to get feminine hygiene products the first time they were needed for his little sisters. I am not sure I know many 16 year olds that would be willing to do that.
We also had our fair share of fights. One day my sister and I were fighting so much my brother stopped us. He then gave each of us a bamboo stick, and told us to fight until one of us died. We looked at him in horror. He then said if you won't than quit fighting. We stopped for the at least a day or two! I had many bruises and bites from both my brother and sister. But when we have really needed each other we have always been there for one another.
In college when I decided to get help for my eating disorder my sister was the first one to visit me in the hospital. We were there during the birth of each of our children. She was 9 months pregnant when Avery was born but she was there. Two weeks later I had just given birth to Avery, but I was there during her very long labor. Last summer when my sister's husband suddenly passed away I was the one of the first people she called. So many nights I had no idea what to say, I sat and held her and was there.
When I got married my big brother gave me away at my wedding. He is the first one I call when I am struggling with things. He always seems to know what to say. When Ella was just two weeks old she got very sick and was in the Intensive Care. He was the first one I called, and he jumped on a plane to be with me. After losing my child I called him first. I still remember driving down 494 talking to him on the phone. After the death of Sharon's husband my brother did not hesitate to fly out to Minnesota from Oregon to be with us.
I honestly don't know what I would do without my siblings. There are days when I want to rip my hair out because I am so annoyed. I know that there is nobody that can replace the love of a sibling and I thank God every day for my siblings!
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