Different Yet Not

Sisters

I was blessed with five sisters (4 living). We are all so different. We each have our own opinions and thoughts. I realize that is how it is supposed to be.[image error]

We have the same parents but…

My oldest sister was my protector. She took a lot of crap from dear old dad. (Ever hear Mommy Dearest? Well, it was Daddy Dearest.) She’d get the worse treatment, especially when she spoke her mind. (I have always wished that I could speak my mind like she does.) Why do I feel that she was my protector? I’m not sure. I have always felt safe with her around. I feel that I could talk to her about anything. I guess because she stood up for me a few times. I’ll never forget the day she left for school. I watched her walk up the road to the mailbox. (The driveway is about 1/8 of a mile long.) I stood on the porch looking out the window just crying my eyes out. I asked Mom where my Jeje was going. She said she had to go to school. I asked her if my Jeje was coming back. Mom chuckled and hugged me and said yes. Even after I could no longer see my sister, I remained where I was. I wanted my Jeje to come back! I missed her.

My sister that is 18 months older than me was Mom and Dad’s favorite. (Or so I thought.) Mom used to tell me that while I was drinking my bottle, Cara used to reach into the bed and take it from me. Apparently, Mom thought I was being starved. Looking at me now you know I wasn’t.