My parents never told me that was getting a little sister, I remember thinking, with my pea sized, adolescent brain, that my mom was getting fat because she ate to much candy. Then one day they show up with this tiny baby, wrapped in a light pink blanket and telling me ” Aliza this is your new baby sister”. I was excited to say the least, I had always wanted a baby sister.
Yeah no, after a week full of the crying and the diapers I was over it. All of a sudden all of my parents free time was spent on her, I didn’t really mind that at first I would just go talk to my grandma, or would go and play with my toys; but that got boring after a while. It was the cliche moment every older sibling goes through when they are no longer the only child, me being the dramatic girl that I was, I came up with the conclusion that I hated my little sister.
One night my parents decided to go out for dinner, so me and my sister had to stay home with my grandma. My grandma and I played board games while my sister took a nap. At one point my grandma left to use the bathroom or something, when she left my sister woke up and started crying, I didn’t really know what to do, so I decided to ignore her and went back to my t.v show, thinking my grandma could handle it when she came back. After a couple of seconds of her crying, I decided to do something about it because I couldn’t hear the t.v over her, I walked over to her crib and looked through the bars at her, her face was all red and tears were pouring down her face. I reached in through one of the gaps between the bars and took her tiny hand in mine, and just like that she stopped crying, now that look back it was strange that she stopped crying right at that moment. After that I decided that she wasn’t so bad.
Even though my sister makes my life a personal hell, she has been my rock for the past 13 years that she’s been alive for, and I’m honestly glad that I have her.
September 29, 2016 at 7:55 pm
Wow Aliza! I’ve been reading all your blog posts and I love them all completely! This one had to be my favourite though, just because I’m an older sister as well, and I honestly can relate! I love the honesty you have in your writing, and how you take the readers on the emotional you went on during your experience. One thing I would watch out for though, are some grammatical errors. There are some places where you should’ve put periods to end the sentence, or commas, to have a pause. Other than that everything is great, and I look forward to reading more of your work! 🙂
September 30, 2016 at 4:19 am
Aliza,
I personally very enjoyed reading about your personal experience with your sister as it reminded me of times with my siblings, that was a good way of conveying your story. Also by adding in your own personal emotions the story was strengthened as it did not carry the generic, weak elements of story narration. Way to go!
October 7, 2016 at 3:26 pm
Dear Aliza-
This is a very relatable piece that deeply resonated with me. I too, have a younger sibling (though a brother), and I know the feeling of loving and hating siblings at the same time.
When my younger brother came into the picture, I was at first fascinated by this constantly crying creature. But then, as he grew older and more annoyingly clingy, I decided I hated him, too. Right now, I think we’re at a point in our relationship where I hate him less than I love him, which is a good thing. He’s a pain, but he’s my pain.
Your voice really came through in this piece, and I think you did a very good job of writing from the heart. That is one of the things that I still struggle with, because I tend to overthink my writing and over-intellectualize it. It’s wonderful to see that you can capture heartfelt truths in such a relatable way.
I also love that you put a picture of you and your sister up as a supporting visual. It really added colour to your piece, and made me feel like I knew you a whole lot better.
As a constructive criticism, I would encourage you to pay closer attention to your GUMPS. Even though your piece was engaging and captivating, the punctuation, spelling, and grammatical errors took me out of the writing. This is an easy fix, so don’t worry too much about it – it’s just something to look at doing better with next time.
Thanks for a wonderful piece! 🙂
Love,
Ziyana
October 7, 2016 at 4:47 pm
Dear Aliza-
This is a very relatable piece that deeply resonated with me. I too, have a younger sibling (though a brother), and I know the feeling of loving and hating siblings at the same time.
When my younger brother came into the picture, I was at first fascinated by this constantly crying creature. But then, as he grew older and more annoyingly clingy, I decided I hated him, too. Right now, I think we’re at a point in our relationship where I hate him less than I love him, which is a good thing. He’s a pain, but he’s my pain.
Your voice really came through in this piece, and I think you did a very good job of writing from the heart. That is one of the things that I still struggle with, because I tend to overthink my writing and over-intellectualize it. It’s wonderful to see that you can capture heartfelt truths in such a relatable way.
I also love that you put a picture of you and your sister up as a supporting visual. It really added colour to your piece, and made me feel like I knew you a whole lot better.
As a constructive criticism, I would encourage you to pay closer attention to your GUMPS. Even though your piece was engaging and captivating, the punctuation, spelling, and grammatical errors took me out of the writing. This is an easy fix, so don’t worry too much about it – it’s just something to look at doing better with next time.
Thanks for a wonderful piece! 🙂
Love,
Ziyana