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.”
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I can relate! Your description of your parents is a lot like mine, and I’ve asked that last question more than once. 🙂
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Sounds like you are still harboring issues.
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Come on admit it, you liked the attention..
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In my insane family (I’d send you my book, but I don’t have your address), I wound up semi-sane, my brother was sane about everything except my father, and my sister became a total crazy and disappeared into the world of drugs. Funny how in one family, each kid winds up so different from all the others.
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