Novel & Cerita Old Siblings

Living in a family of seven siblings has never been easy for anyone. And so does for me. Elder siblings are technically parents to younger siblings who don't have to give birth in order to take care of them and unluckily I'm the oldest. I have two brothers and four sisters which all act like two year olds despite the youngest is also three year old. I grew in a large family which is more chaotic than being in a club. It's not like I mind them and they all are very dear to me until my brothers annoy me and my sister's sneak into my vanity!

Meeting dozens of new aunts and uncles was just life. The Oldest He arrived on a Tuesday. Gray hair. Deep lines. Eyes that had seen more than sixty years of shadows. His name was James. He was the oldest. Born before my mother was recruited, before the Collective, before any of it. He'd been placed with a family in Maine, raised as an only child, and never suspected he had siblings until the journal found its way to him. "I thought I was alone," he said, standing at the gate. "All my life, I thought I was alone."

Lydia must stick to the facts. These women were her age. They were raising toddlers and children. The oldest of what the media deemed the Huntington Hundred- many thanks to Doctor Jared Huntington for having such a convenient name- was only seven, and already he had 99 siblings to contend with. Lydia thought of her own two sisters, the complicated relationships with them that ebbed and flowed and changed almost daily, and suppressed a shudder. It was a different situation, of course. It had to be, given the circumstances.

“You will speak to me. Not to the hallway. Not to the shadows. If you carry a rumor, drop it here so I can step on it.” The oldest elder lifted his head. His eyes were still sharp. “We are not your boys,” he said. “We are your elders. We are the memory you are meant to keep.” “You are the memory I pay to keep me from making the same mistake twice,” I said. “So remind me, not each other.” The ledger elder wet her lips. “There is talk,” she said. “The kind that does not stay in walls. That an omega under your roof is showing strength that does not belong to omegas.”

Mga elders pa naman namin ang mga matandang to. Oh well, its not like I care about it even a bit. They are just the Older Generation while we are the young ancestors. That's all, there is no feeling involved at all. I braced myself before I reveal a tiny smile, if I was to say, a fake smile, I think? And then greet, "Mellanei Mae Crammer, Eldest Daughter of my Mother, Flower Angel. And, its not so nice to finally meet the homewrecker and its ancestors"

Maddie admitted, biting her lips in embarrassment. “Well in that case, there is no need for argument.” Mira happily clapped her hand and continued with her signature giggle, as both Axel and Avril looked towards her with curiosity “Because neither of you are the oldest.” “Huh?” Axel and Avril still had a blank expression. “My husband is the oldest…. then there is Marvin, Aengus….” “Okay… okay… we get it…” Both Axel and Avril raised their hands in defeat as they realized Mira’s logic and interrupted her from calling out the names of all their cousins.

But then his expression softens, as do his eyes, and he smiles, “Yes, I think so.” I stay silent, laying my head on his shoulder again. There’s still a brother left. He talked about all the younger ones but left out the oldest, my father’s deceased best friend... Jacob Adams. “I had an older brother, too. It’s been a long time, but I still can’t consider myself the oldest. I don’t want to take his place. Even if Jess and Jordan didn’t know him, Jack is part of the family.” I tilt my head, resting my forehead on the curve of his neck and touching his chest slowly.

All three of our children were trained in fighting and political matters. Our children were well-trained in everything royal, but we also had me to keep them grounded. They truly got the best of both worlds and when the time came for Oliver to hand over to our oldest son, we were confident that he was going to be an amazing alpha. Time slowly ticked by and Oliver and I had full lives. We loved our children and their mates, but we loved our grandchildren more.

“But you heard the old man. He got this. Five years is not a long wait, and I’m sure he can do it earlier than five years.” “I hear you, Janna. Who’s old here?” Uncle asked, feigning a scowl on his face. I giggled together with the females as we all pointed our fingers at him and said, “You...” It was a joke that Dad started, as Uncle Jake was the oldest among everyone. Technically, he was just two years older than Dad and Uncle Gavin, but they still wanted to point that out. “Me?” He pointed a finger at his chest. “Tell them, princess, how young I am and how young I make you feel.” He smirked before winking at Aunt Clair, who was giggling softly, her cheeks turning scarlet.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Caldwell. It was rash and so unlike me. I don't want you to think that I'd ever have a fit of temper like that around Linc.” He turns around, and his eyes fall to my toes before returning back to carefully examine my face. “I'll admit it is rather surprising based on my conversation with Mrs. Olivero. She assured me of your kind and loving nature. My brother's care is important to me. I don't think I told you, but I'm the oldest of five. All boys. Linc's the youngest so we're all a little overprotective of him. That has nothing to do with his disability by the way. We love each other. Fiercely.”