Di, host of Pensivity101, is once again standing in for Melanie, of Sparks from a Combustible Mind, for today’s Truthful Tuesday prompt. This week Di wants to know…
Are you an only child or do you have siblings? Would you prefer to be the opposite to what you are?
I am the closest thing to being an only child without actual being an only child.
Let me unpack that for you. I am one of three children. I had two older sisters, making me the youngest, the baby of the family. But even with two older siblings, I felt like an only child because my oldest sister was 15 years older than me, and my middle sister was nine years older than me.
I was told that my oldest sister used to wheel me around the neighborhood in a baby carriage when I was an infant and tell all of the neighbors that I was her baby. And she refused to confess who my father, according to her tale, was. She was the scandal of our neighborhood.
My other sister suffered from middle child syndrome. She hated my older sister for being the first born and she hated me for being the new kid in town. And for being a boy, something my father was very happy about after having two girls.
So while my oldest sister treated me as if I was her own son, my next older sister basically ignored me. And that’s why I feel that I was, for all intents and purposes, an only child. With two siblings.