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My brother used to tease me about it when we were kids, he would tell me I would someday turn red because of how much I ate. "You have a brother?" I asked and she nodded. Her smile faltered a little. 'A younger brother, he's 15.' I nodded, "I have a younger sister, too. She's twenty six". She nodded then frowned a little. 'How old are you then?' she wrote. "Thirty two", I replied, she narrowed her eyes on my lips then nodded, "what about you?" 13 '22'. 1 My eyes widened for a fraction of a second. She was really young. I was in college when I was her age.

She's the older sister everyone wishes to have, the kind of older sister who plays the role of a mother and has it in her nature to nurture everyone and take on the responsibility of being the head of the house. My youngest brother, Msizi, on the other hand was a pain in the neck for me. He wasn’t much of the troublemaker that Jabulani was but he and I simply didn’t get along. He’s an aspiring rapper who thinks that fame comes easy and it’s all about girls and money.

Tank "How are you really doing?" I fight not to roll my eyes at my older sister. She's my second mother, has been since the day I was born. I remember her dressing me up and showing me off to her friends when I was little. I'm glad there aren't any pictures because I looked like a horrible Cabbage Patch Doll reject if I recall correctly. It never bothered me, but sometimes her need to mother me is suffocating, especially as I got older and started living my own life. It's never cool to have two moms breathing down your neck, and that's exactly what I have some days.

I grab a couple of cookies and move to sit beside my sister. My brother is 10 and thinks it’s funny to do things that my sister and I think are gross. Must be a boy thing. “How was school?” I ask my sister who is 12 and in the crummy middle school years. I take a bite of my cookie. My brother is right, they are delicious. “Fine.” She says. Always so talkative.

Taking note of Mrs Jingela's emotions Nelly waved her hands and said " No don't look at me like that, it is really not that bad , I still have my younger sister. We have been each other's support systems since young, she is like the sun in winter. With her around it did not feel like we are orphans." At the mention of Nonto, Nelly started smiling. The two sisters had been through a lot and held each other through it all, She could really say they were had become best friends. " You have a sister, you say?" "Yeah, she is two years younger than me." "And how old are you?" " I am about to turn 21 soon."

Dad calls her my shadow because she is always with me Shasta’s my youngest sister she’s 16 beautiful feisty and brave the wildest sleeper ever and probably my closest sibling I have .she’s brown skin curvy and she has hazel eyes and a little shorter than me at 5’7 like our mom she happens to be a lot like her actually They both have big hearts and will do anything for people they love.Always making sure everyone is taken care of.Baby sis and I have a great relationship so I can’t be but so mad.But who wants feet in their face ever

My older sister went there too, and I don't even know who she is anymore. I rolled my eyes and began to type, and in about thirty minutes, I was done. ' I'm done! ' I yelled as I walked down the stairs to meet the rest of my family. I'm 16 years old, I'm tall, not so pretty, and I have nice curly hair, which I always leave free. My older sister, Mary, is 19 and in college now. We used to be the same and so close, but as soon as she came back from the proper whatever school, she suddenly changed. Now my younger sister Chelsea is 13. My dad passed away when Mary was 10, and since then my mom has taken care of us alone.

she giggles, “I’m Brittany. His sister. Nice to meet you Missy the midget.” I reluctantly shook her hand, “Same,” I muttered. “You have too much trouble with him, let me know. I’m 4 years younger than him, but I can still kick his ass.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” I smiled tightly at her, making her laugh some more.

Despite our arguments, I know he cares about me, even if he doesn’t always show it. Anne, my younger sister, is a quiet, bookish girl. She’s incredibly intelligent and artistic, often lost in her world of books and drawings. Anne is focused and driven, and she seems to have her life all planned out. We share a special bond because we both understand what it feels like to be different, even though our differences are worlds apart.

I said “I’m just worried what Lilah meant by that, see not many people outside of our close circle know this, but you’re going to be part of that circle now right?" ……She looked up at me, with a small nod, I could see she was still fighting tears but wanted to know what I had to say “I had a sister three years younger than me, Cleo, she drove me crazy growing up…..” I saw Jake rest his head on his hands and Dan’s face dropped too, I know this would be hard for them too as Cleo had been like family to them too.