I have 2 brothers
One is 11
and one is 3.
My house is never
ever
quiet.
I used to want an older sister.
To borrow clothes from.
To talk to about boys.
To show me how to put on make up.
To drive me to Starbucks.
And sometimes I still do.
But honestly,
I wouldn’t trade 2 younger brothers for the world.
Posted in response to the challenge Sister.
Democracy is fragile as a house of cards with many, many layers
Many, many pieces
Many, many things that could go wrong
The slightest breath, enough to bring the whole thing crumbling
He doesn’t look at me
Like I look at him
I know exactly what he does at recess
Where he eats lunch
His middle name
I know what books he likes
What video games
I’ve slept in the same room with him
Sometimes I feel like I am running on a treadmill towards a big shiny sign that says “Relaxation.” Surronding the big shiny words are lots of other words.
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