Thursday, December 8, 2011

Last born...first born

I have four sisters and one brother I am the second oldest.  I lived in México with my oldest sister so when I was in México I was the baby in my house.  I liked being the youngest one because my mom calls me baby all the time and she loved me different than my sister. When people are the youngest, parents treat them different, with more love and affection. Another good thing about being the youngest one is that when I did something I could blame my sister and my mom believed me.  Being the youngest has some bad things. My mom still calls me baby even that I am 18 years old. I used to like that but not anymore. Another one is that my sister protected me so much, she does not like when boys want to hang out with me. She is very jealous.  Now that I moved to my dad’s house I am the oldest one. It is really different because I was used to other life but being the oldest has there pros and cons too.  Some pros are that I have control over my sisters and brother. There are some cons. I have to be a perfect model to them. I have more attention.

One of the reasons I did not put myself on the middle born was because I do not feel that way.  I never lived with my oldest sister and my youngest siblings together, so I do not know how it is being in the middle. Even though I know I am in the middle.

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