Why I hated my sister

I was a happy peaceful kid until my sister came into my life. How can I forget August 01, 19XX, people were in panic mode because my mother was giving birth. In our home town, most normal births happen at home with the help of a midwife. But she was special, aside from the midwife my cousin, a nursing student, was also present to assist.

That day I became a big sister, I was 6 years old and my life has never been the same. I hated her for many reasons.

• I have to share my parents with her.  Shared attention, care and love. 
• I have to get used to being compared to her, she was prettier, she's more loved.
• I have to look after her when my mother is busy, and playtime was cut short.
• I have to do the house chores because I'm the eldest while she was playing all the time.
• I have to set good examples .
• I have to protect her, guide her, care for her and love her all my life.

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I wished our neighbors and relatives did not compare us when we were kids. I wished they never told me my parent don't love me anymore. I wished I never been jealous of her. I wished I've been a doting big sister from the beginning. Then she would have been happier, and we've been closer. 

She's always been a good sister, she looks up to me and never stopped loving me. Even when I refuse to lend her my shoes or clothes, even if she complains how masungit I am to her, and how kuripot in giving her allowance. We became closer when we lost our Mother. Since then we had each other's back, looking after the family and making the most of the lives the Lord gave us. We are partners in crime.

I hope she knows that I loved her since day 1, I may not have the chance to show it growing up, but I always do. Happy birthday Karen, you're my favorite sister.

From Nisha Patel