Sometimes sharing is hard. For the first 4 years of my life I was an only child. Then one day, 22 years ago, my parents got another kid. A sister! At first I thought it was great because I would have a playmate built into my family. Then I realized that babies don't do much. Well, they do eat and mess their diapers. They do cry too. Sharing a room with a crying baby at night is not fun. I don't think I handled the first sister too well, but I've had plenty of practice since then because my parents decided to give me 3 more little sisters after the first. Oh boy... er, girl!
Eventually my mom taught me that I did have built in friends in our family. It took moving to another town and living in isolation for 6 months to convince me, but I'm glad we did it. I sure am glad today for moms and sisters.
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