Monday, August 26, 2013

Little sister syndrome.

It has suddenly dawned on me that I am SUCH a little sister.

Sometimes time with the wider family brings fresh clarity.  This weekend everybody came up for my Grannie's 80th birthday weekend.

My big sister went for walks with the family, was the designated driver for dinner, emptied the dishwasher without being asked, succeeded at keeping conversation flowing...

Meanwhile, I slept instead of going for walks, was driven (by the sister) to meet friends for drinks, I, again, slept during the cleaning (to be rudely woken with a water gun by an equally immature uncle) and managed to make a bombsite out of the spare room whilst my double bed was lent out.

And then this morning, as I bravely wrestle the cruel grip of man flu, my big sister went to meet friends, leaving me tucked in her bed, with her teddy (which I usually make fun of her for...but is surprisingly comforting) and a freshly made cup of tea (vaguely resembling dishwater, but the sentiment is all the same.)

So in the midst of a comfortable sick day I wonder if us little sisters really can consider ourselves 'young and free' by nature? Or is our carefree independence a privilege of somebody bigger looking after us and shouldering an extra bit of our responsibility?

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