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Family. Don't get me wrong, my family is my greatest blessing, the most wonderful people i know, and the people that make life worth living. But all their lives come to a halt when the blessed first born son comes home. Clean the entire house, set out all of his awards and trophies from his alma mature, make sure everything is perfect...at the expense of the so easily forgotten little sister. Yes, maybe i was using his room as storage while he was away, big deal?! It's not like he is ever around anyways. But no, when he comes home all of those "useless" things i had been storing in his room disappear. Heaven forbid i have anything to claim for my own. "Hey mom have you seen my good fabric? My new shoes? All of my photographic memories?"
"Oh no sorry sweetie we had to get rid of them to make room for your brother"
oh of coarse it slipped my mind that my brother was the size of an Indian elephant, my mistake. A thousand apologies oh great one! I will go fix you a nice ham sandwich, because well, that is my younger sisterly duties.