Chapter 3: Stella
Stella is bugging me 24/7 these days. I've finally moved out, and with that I thought I'd get a little more privacy regarding my family. But no. Stella calls practically all the time, disrupts my much needed sleep in the morning when I for once have the morning off, and at nights, when Zac and I have snuggled up in the couch.
Don't get me wrong, I love my sister more than anything, but when you're 19 and moved out, you do want to have your own life at times without annoying sisters or parents hanging over you all the time. That's all I'm saying.
Chapter 3: Stella
On November 13th 1995 my family was blessed with my new baby sister Stella. As a proud 6/7 year-old I had gone the past nine months with pure excitement all over my face. I was excited to be an older sister, and I had practised on changing diapers and bottle feeding babies on my dolls. I couldn't wait for the day to finally come.
And when it finally came I couldn't be prouder. I walked around in that hospital and thought that every single person that I met knew that I was a big sister. And when an occasional person didn't see it, I made sure to tell them.
Soon I discovered that having a younger sibling isn't all the bliss that it seems like. When family came over, all they cared about was the new baby. When Christmas came my whole family showed up to see me in a Christmas play we had at school. I was very proud and was happy that they finally came for me again. That was after all what I had been used to the past 7 years. I lived in the glory of the attention they gave me that whole afternoon, until we all got home for dinner and Stella needed a bath. Their attention moved from me to her so quickly I didn't even know what happened. I ran around and sang and danced so I could get the attention back at me, but they only told me to calm down. Out of jealousy I ran away from home.
After what felt like hours my dad found me in the park where I was sitting. He looked sad and I hugged him so he would feel better. After I promised not to do anything like that ever again we walked home, where my family was waiting. I climbed up on my grandpa's lap and they involved me in the Stella-conversation.
From then on I've been the one my baby sister looked up to. That was our jobs, right there. She annoyed me more than anything and anyone, and I took care of her as the overprotective big sister. Like every couple of siblings we have our fights, but we're as close as we could be and I believe that is what's most important, to keep your family close wherever you are in life.
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Enough said