I’m 14 years old and the eldest of the 3 most unruly children of my dearest mum and to have such kids around all day is sometimes a headache, to make it a habit of having a compulsory cat-fight with my sister and then also to give a full-stop to an unstoppable tussle of my 2 most innocent brothers is a complete work of bravery. To endure the shrieking and the crankiness of my 3 year old brother is something to be given award for.
Not that I take all the credit, I have my mum to monitor at all times but I’m talking about those unfortunate days when she has to attend a wedding function of a so-called friend’s sister or brother and I get the responsibility.
But oh, don’t you worry now that I’ve been living for so many years have I mastered the traits of my mother and can very gracefully handle the home alone situation with my expertise.
With this entire hustle bustle going on all day, indeed there is this flick of wink when they do something so endearing that you over-look all the dim-witted things and adore them all the same. The one time when they cry asking for mommy and come running to hug you that are the times I relish the most. The cracks of time when you sit beside them to watch their favourite cartoons with them with oodles of interest and times when they peck you on the cheek in return of making them sit on the tri-cycle. Aren’t they just the most pleasing flashes? For me, yes, they are.
At times I remember I used to curse myself for being the eldest and longing so awfully to be able to get an older brother. But having these two angelic boys as my brothers made me realize how much it takes to be the responsible one. And miraculously they do at times take care of me and my sister so to cover up.
And as much as I hate them, I also love them the most, for being a sister is better than being a superhero!