I was robbed. Not literally, but I was robbed of a relationship with my siblings.

I could go and give a historic background about my life and how I came to be and all of that, but I won’t. This is a post to celebrate my siblings, something that I hardly ever do.

I have 4 siblings. 3 sisters and 1 brother and they’re all from my father’s side of the family.

I am the second to last child.

My oldest sister, Princess, is 13 years older than me. I’ll admit that she’s my favorite sibling despite the age difference. We are the most alike out of all of us. I am the chocolate version of her. We think the same way about things, have the same reaction towards things, it’s actually crazy. She gave me three beautiful nieces and a cool brother-in-law and I love her for that. She was the only one who checked up on me during my 4 years away at college, I’ve gotten over that, but it’s important to note here. Whenever I’m going through some crazy shit that I can’t talk to my parents about, she’s the first person I call. She’s a great listener. I would call her and vent and she would be silent on the phone, listening intently to what I’m saying and then she gives me the soundest advice she can give. That’s something that I appreciate about her because out of everyone that I know, she’s the only one who actually listens to me and gives me time to explain myself and come correct. She’s the best and I wish she lived closer so I could visit her every weekend.

My second oldest sister, Pumpkin, is 7 years older than me and we butt heads A LOT. It wasn’t always like that though. When I was little, she used to pick me up and take me out all the time. Things changed when I was in high school. She stopped coming around and our conversations were drier than a desert. Of course I took it personal as hell because that’s how I am. We rekindled right before I turned 18 and left for college, but I was still salty. One day we went to the movies and my mom picked us up and she was talking about how she’s going to get me toiletries for when I move in. My mom and I don’t depend on anyone so it’s not like we needed the said toiletries, but it was a nice gesture. It’s been 7 years and still no toiletries. I took that as an “I can’t trust you” moment. I held a grudge against my sister for years because I couldn’t trust her. No matter how many times, she tried to reach out to me, I didn’t give in. I didn’t care about her feelings or anything. Fast forward to today. We are cordial now and we talk. One day I think we’ll be as close as I am to my oldest sister.

My brother, Bug, is 5 years older than me. When I was little and dad would take us to our grandparents house, I would beat his ass every chance I got. I was such a tomboy and I couldn’t fight anyone at my own house or at school, so I took it all out on my brother. He always reminds me that one time I called him an ass. I was probably only 7 or 8, super embarrassing. Anyway, we have a pretty cool relationship. He’s my personal trainer when I need him to be. If I need a male’s perspective on life, he’ll definitely be the one I talk to. I wish that I actually grew up with him, I probably would’ve had a way different experience growing up. He’s hella goofy, but he’ll beat an ass if needs be, kind of like me. There’s never a dull moment with that guy. I appreciate him more than he will ever know.

Last, my little sister, Sam, is 4 years younger than me. She’s the sweetheart of the group. I don’t think she’s as rough and rowdy as the rest of us. She’s in college and she’s a sorority girl and she’s making us all so proud. I feel like I don’t know her that well because she didn’t live in New York like the rest of us. From what I do know, however, we are very different, but we love each other so much because…family.

The last time I was with all of my siblings was this past June for our grandmother’s funeral. Before that, in Summer 2017, we all went out to eat. My heart was full. Hopefully we do this at least once a year. I miss them and I have to remember that when nobody else has me, they have me.  

3 Replies to “About my siblings”

  1. Hey Tabia. Thank you for being open and candid about your relationship with your siblings. I feel the same way when it comes to my two half brothers. There is actually a lot of hurt behind my story only because at times I feel like my sister and I are non-existent in their lives. I have yet to share my story just because I don’t want to hurt others in the family, well especially my dad. Maybe one day, I will get there. But thank you for sharing. Take care!-Toya

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