When Me And My Siblings Were Little, We Were Told Stories About These "Older Siblings" Who All Died In

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Me: Hey, weren't you going to take a shower today?

My sister: It's one am!?

Me, hair dripping wet with my towel still in hand:

Her:

Me and my siblings are planning on rewatching My Street this summer in preparation for season seven coming in the fall. We get extremely busy during the summer and almost never interact during the day, so they've asked me to calculate the time it will take to watch it so we can fit it into our schedules.

My little sister moved her desk into our closet, so now she's my secretary. Every time I leave the room, I'll open the door and say, "Hold all my calls and clear my schedule, I'm going out." It's funny because later she'll come up to me and tell me about all these fictional businessmen she had to deal with in my absence, and if that's not what siblinghood is all about, I don't know what is.

It's almost the middle of the night and I went downstairs to check on my laundry, and in the kitchen stood my older sister making pancakes???

I walked up to her, and she said, "You want some? I made too many."

I think I know who my favorite sibling is.

So, yesterday was interesting.

I woke up around one, as one does, and had to babysit some little kids. They were adorable, and absolute sweethearts, so that was fun.

Afterwards, my mother and sisters and I went to the store. As me and my sisters were walking past the cloths section, a boy walked by, and for some stupid reason, I audibly said, "Cute." Like what??? What is wrong with me??? Why would I say that???

Luckly for the most part it was under my breath, and the only person who could have heard me was my little sister, who second before that had pointed out a shirt that she liked. So, if she somehow heard me, she probably thought I was talking about some of the cloths we past.

Later during the trip, and somehow way less embarrassingly, I ended up shaking with laughter in the middle of the aisle. We were looking for an Asian sauce for a recipe my older sister was planning, and we had already gone back and forth trying to find other ingredients, and someone suggested looking back over by the ramen and rice even though the sauces were kept in a different aisle. Thankfully we found it there, so we didn't have to keep running around, and my little sister said, "Good thing they're racist."

I don't know why I found that so funny, but I ended up on the floor laughing in public, so, ya.

We went home and I sat in my room reading all night. It's like 7:15 right now, so I should probably get some sleep.

Just wanted a post to remember the day.

6/9/2025 My dad almost sent me to a psych-ward over a panic attack. I was crying and he threatened to hit me with a wooden paddle three times if I didn't do what he asked, the third time I was going to let him, but he stopped right before he did because I still wouldn't move. He threatened to send me somewhere while I was crying on the bathroom floor and over-heard him on the phone with dispatch telling them he thought I was "a danger to herself." He told me to go pack, and I finally calmed down enough to tell him what was wrong. My bag has been sitting on my bed packed for over five hours. So far no one has come, so I think I'm in the clear. I genuinely thought I would end up bleeding out on the bathroom floor or in a mental hospital by now, so I guess tonight went better then it could've?

I've just discovered I can't be forklift certified for at least three years.

To say I'm disappointed is an understatement.

My beanbag was bleeding out all over, so now I'm just sitting here, on the floor, sewing up a beanbag, while reading.

I am in so much PAIN right now, it's not even funny.

I can barely even walk. I literally just sitting in bed, not even moving, and I can still feel it.

It's times like this I wish I lacked a physical form.