It’s kind of lonely out here. This, not knowing who to call for siblingsy advice. Not knowing anything.
I remember five year old me tearfully asking Dad why everyone else had a big brother and I didn’t. Why big brother? Somehow when I picture an older sibling, I only see a big brother. Even now. Sisters fight about clothes, boys – and OMG, SHOES! NONONO. I don’t want a sister. I ain’t sharing. Ugh.
It’s crazy, how I still wish I had someone to look out for me. Someone to share cookies with and someone to stand up for me. Call me “baby sister”. Maybe I wouldn’t have been so screwed up then.
Loneliness is a curse. I do my best to keep it in, but it gets impossible at times, dealing with “hard culture” and trying to meet its expectations and being a good girl. If I had a brother, I’d be a bit of a rebel. A happy person. Sport honest-to-goodness smiles. Maybe.
There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child – you grow up knowing you aren’t allowed to disappoint, you’re not even allowed to die. You’re it.
– Gillian Flynn sums it up perfectly in this quote from Gone Girl.
This was the second installment of Post A Quote A Day Challenge that lovely Noorain (https://theplatememoirs.wordpress.com) nominated me for.
The rules are simple – you post a quote each day, for three days, and nominate fellow bloggers.
Today I nominate Ayushi (https://ayushijoshi13.wordpress.com).