I was the baby of the family. I had two older sisters, one fifteen years older than me, the other nine years older. My older sister would take me out for walks in my baby carriage and pretend that I was her own baby and not her baby brother.
My father worked six days a week. He usually left for work before I got up in the morning and often didn’t get home from work until after I went to bed at night. On Sunday, his only day off, he was too tired to pay attention to me.
My mother was an overprotective worrier who was smothering.
I often wonder how I managed to end up relatively sane.
Or did I?
(Exactly 120 words)
Written for the Tell Me A Tale prompt from Joelle LeGendre. This month’s 120 word (exactly) challenge is to write about “your family dynamics growing up.”