Siblings: A Short Story

Exactly 17 months and 15 days ago, I left my siblings behind in Springfield, Oregon to move all the way to Flint, Michigan. At the time, Emylee, my sister, was only 7 and Trevon, my brother, was 9. After we moved out here, I met my mom’s boyfriend’s children, Whitney, Logan, and Jacob. Whitney was the oldest, at 20, Logan was the same age as me, 15, and Jacob was 12. I was slightly weary of them at first, I was a little bitter with having to leave my family behind for this new one, but I grew to love them anyway. I believe siblings are one of the most important things in life and that you should spend as much time as you can with them. Emylee, my little sister, was my mini-me. She looked like me, and she looked up to me. It’s safe to say as we were growing up she was my favorite… something I look back to regret. See, Emylee and I were joined at the hip. I played dress up with her, straightening or curling her hair before doing her makeup. We even shared not just a room, but a bed too. We would squeal over famous boys, and grin at each other while we sang along to music, dancing in our pajamas. My things were hers and vice versa. Sure I teased her and picked on her, but what big sister didn’t? Trevon on the other hand, I didn’t spend as much time with him. I occasionally recommended books for him to …show more content…
The entire month we were up there, her and I did everything together, we ate beef-a-roni from the can, even though it tastes slightly greasy without heating it up, while talking about the latest celebrity gossip, we blared the music while the adults were out working, and we stayed up until 2-3 in the morning just talking about anything and everything. It was amazing having an older “sister” who had so much in common with me. After we got home, I spent nearly 2 weeks straight at her and her mom’s house, and even now I go over to her house almost every weekend, and we talk all day everyday through