April 10th is National Sibling Day, and if you know me… you know my sisters don’t like me. All three. I’ve ranted enough about the bad, the hurt, the way things fell apart. But today I want to do something different. I want to talk about the good. The real good. The moments that were mine, even if they pretend they never happened. Because even if it was “fake” to them, I was happy once, and that still matters.
🎧 Emily: The Chaos Buddy Era
Emily wasn’t always mean. Well… she had her moments. But there were times when she was fun, and loud, and weird in the best way.
- We played those K‑pop song games for hours because she was obsessed.
- We’d sneak out to Burger King like we were in some teen movie.
- We’d stay up all night watching movies, eating junk, laughing at nothing.
- She’d come into my room and we’d talk for hours about everything and nothing.
- She’d show me random things she found online, and we’d play Xbox until our eyes burned.
And then there’s that day in 2020 the one I think about more than I ever admit. The world was shut down, everything felt scary and quiet, but somehow me and Emily made our own little bubble. We watched the Thanksgiving Day Parade together, just the two of us. Then we made stuffing like it was some big family tradition. She showed me old Mama Awards videos this huge K‑pop thing she loved and I actually got into it with her. After that, we both knocked out and took a nap in my bed, and later we played Borderlands all night like nothing outside our room even existed. That day means a lot to me. It was simple, but it felt safe. It felt like having a sister.
Yeah, we fought. A lot. But the fights always faded, and we’d go right back to hanging out like nothing happened. It’s wild that I still think about those moments, but she never would. She used me, and the second I stopped giving in, I became the villain in her story.
But those memories? They’re still mine. And they were good.
🎮 Sarah: The Sister I Wanted to Look Up To
Growing up, I hated Sarah in that classic “older sister” way she was the one I had to follow, the shadow I couldn’t escape. But I still looked up to her. I wanted her to like me. I wanted to be included.
Then Mom got sick, and everything changed. I had to deal with it. Sarah got to have her life. And when Mom died, she moved out and kept going like nothing happened.
But even with all that, there were moments:
- Playing games at Grandma’s house
- Talking about what Megan was doing
- Laughing at dumb things like normal siblings
I didn’t realize she hated me. I was just too hopeful, too willing to believe we were okay. I see it now. But I also see the good moments, and I won’t pretend they didn’t exist.
🎲 Megan: The Almost-Sister
Megan is complicated. There’s a lot I could say, but the truth is simple: when things were good, they were good.
- Playing games together
- Hanging out and actually having fun
- Feeling like maybe, just maybe, we were getting somewhere
But eventually everyone needed someone to hate, and I guess that someone was me. I took the good moments for granted, and now I miss them. But the bad started outweighing the good, and I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine.
💛 What I Carry Now
I miss them. I won’t lie about that. I miss the versions of them I got to have the ones who laughed with me, played with me, stayed up late with me. The ones who felt like family.
But I choose myself now.
I choose peace.
I choose healing.
They have each other. And honestly? I’m happy for them. I hope they stay close. I hope they’re good to each other in ways they couldn’t be with me.
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