Narrative Essay On Christmas Quadruplets

The Christmas the quadruplets all got the life size doll comfy couch toy I was mortified. Where was my mine? Did my name somehow disappear off of Santa’s list? Thank god my thoughts couldn’t kill, because those toys would have instantly been shredded to bits of the smallest particles that would be unfixable. Ever! I used to want to terrorize my siblings while they were sleep. Possibly break a favorite toy or rip a favorite shirt and hide pieces to a favorite outfit in various places throughout the house. Maybe hide their toothbrush and one of their shoes so that they would get in trouble. I secretly wanted to cause them pain and ironically enough I wanted to be the one they looked for comfort in when they felt like their world was caving in. I wanted to be the one there for them, the shoulder they cried on, and someone that they needed. Things never worked out like that though. I never could stay up long enough at night to secretly inflict pain. One set of quadruplets all girls. Two sets of twins. One set was a girl and a boy, the other both boys. Then there was me. I …show more content…
I overlooked one of the quadruplets moving her room to the basement refusing to share her room with her three counterparts. I laughed when I noticed that they started to hang out in different crowds and when I heard one of them begging my dad to be able to do things without having to tag along one of the twins I brushed it off as just a phase. I was just a child. I didn’t notice that while I spent most of my childhood wishing I had a twin. The twins spent some of their childhood wishing they didn’t. I can look back now and laugh at the thought because I appreciate being to blossom without a twin but then life just didn’t seem right without one. Most importantly what I failed to notice was how upset my sisters were that Christmas morning. They didn’t want the same toy no more than I wanted them to have