Nov 25, 2005 23:16
Once in awhile, I resented my parents for not giving me a sister -- just ONE sister and it would be enough. I know, it's not inherently their fault for not being able to produce another set of XX chromosomes after my birth but still, on occasions when something struck my cords, I resent them for not trying hard enough. Actually, I take that back, they did try two more times but failed to genetically manipulate and cultivate the necessary production for doubling the X. Hence, the end results are not surprisingly atypical -- I have 2 younger brothers trailing after me. It wasn't entirely a catastrophic experience growing up with 5 boys but there is always something amiss in the totality of my childhood that eventually transpires into the occasional resentment towards my parents. It's like having an internal void.
I do admit of my jealousy, or rather an envy, towards other people who are fortunate to having sister(s) in their lives. Wouldn't it be nice just having the two of us, leaving our husbands and boyfriends or mates at home, and flying to a nice location, California perhaps, and just getting a crazy sibling bonding vacation? Or, in other scenario, just chit-chatting with her over the most mundane snippets of life just for the fact of having sibling bonding moments regardless of which direction the world orbits around us at that given time of the day.
I fancy...and fancy...and fancy these moments. Yes, it is me who is having this impossible dream of having a female sibling. It might be a foolish wish to hold on to...because my parents are in their 60s and unable to fulfill my wish, but it is just a simple wish I have had since the early age of 4 or 5.
I keep on fancying my entire life for something that would never exist.
*hic* *hic* *hic*
Does anyone here emphathize with me?
sibling,
me