Exactly who had ever said that I wanted a sibling? I have never ever…EVER told such a HORRIBLE lie ever! I mean the only thing closest to this lie is when I told Mommy that I lost my Barbie when I had actually stuffed it oversized head down the toilet…but besides that- I would have never said such a blasphemy! Who, in their right mind, would ever possibly want such a creature? I’ve seen babies before, ugly bald and red things that bawled their heads off every time you looked at them funny. The spawn of the devil, I called them, the little sisters and brothers of my fellow playmates.1
My best friend, Debbie, had described it to me extremely well. “Every night,” she said thoughtfully, while chewing on her half bitten nail. “Every night- is pure horror. They scream and yell just for the pure spite of it all. They yell when you just want to fall asleep. Then, out comes their lungs and you spend the whole night trying to go to sleep.” She shook her head in horror. “They're disgusting. Their sticky and sweaty hands are always pulling at my hair or stealing my possessions. The stinky smell of their diapers is unbearable. Their food..."2
We both shivered at that scary picture. "Having a baby brother is not as fun as my parents made it out to be." Debbie decided emphatically.3
I definitely didn’t want a younger brother or sister. But then, sometimes adults aren’t the brightest creatures ever. I mean, they think we ACTUALLY like Barney- everyone knows that Barney is for babies. However, this was the biggest mistake ever. To actually think that their daughter desired the companionship of an undergrown infant definitely blew the limits of their stupidity and idiocy away. A four-year old genius who attended a daycare for ‘advanced and intellectual toddlers’, had the highest IQ in her class, and took pre-algebra courses…wasn’t that enough for these two adults?4
Apparently not. So nine months later…my baby sister was born, a red, howling lump of fat (or to put it in the degrading terms of my parents- a little darling angel). But when I first saw her, she certainly was NOT an angel. What I saw in my mother’s arms did not even remotely resemble a human being. 5
I have to admit, my first words to the new member of my family weren’t very complimentary. “What is THAT?”6
Being told IT was my baby sister, my next words weren’t very nice either.7
“I thought you said babies were supposed to be cute.” 8
My father glared at me before turning back to my mother. “What should we name our new darling angel? It has to be something special. How about ‘Anne’, like you had suggested a couple of months ago?”9
My mother smiled wearily. “Yes, Anne would be nice. But I was thinking, Agnes would be nice too.”10
I piped up, “ ‘Stupid’ would be nice too!”11
This time they both glared at me.12
Two months later, we were finally allowed to take her home…I don’t know about that…I would’ve preferred it if IT had stayed at the hospital, while the rest of US- the NORMAL AND FULLY DEVELOPED people went back home. But my parents insisted. Boy, did they know what they were getting into… 13
What did you know…that night, we were greeted by a symphony of screams when my exhausted mother laid IT down in its crib. I clamped my pillow over my head, in an effort to block out the screeches but it was no use. It went on for hours. How did they expect me to sleep in this noise? Well, goodbye sweet dreams and gentle slumber. 14
Here comes hell.15
Author notes
This is 'topic 2 option 1'- childhood. this was actually taken from my own thoughts when my little sister was born...just tweaked it a little...
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oh boy...to tell the truth, i don't really understand why my parents even wanted to have ME in the first place. and after i was born, i don't understand why they haven't already kicked me out.
ahh...the mysteries of life and parenthood.
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There's a crisp wit to this story. Indeed sounds like life. When you 'reach that age' when you want a child in your life, you often overlook the squalling, potty training, teaching them temper tantrums will not always get what they want. This in its way held an enchantment for me from several points: I am eldest with three younger bros that I remember feeling this way...and often. Then, too, there's an age difference between my daughter and son of 13-ish years. On top of that, I am a nana to two granddaughters who are 7 and 3 yrs. You wanna see fighting? I sometimes think they are worse than babies...lol. Not for a minute would I want to not have them all in my life, though. There are more treasures in them than I could believe possible...well, once you get past all the tempers
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Hahaha...brilliant rendition of your "lovely" thoughts....but "hell" was extreme ok...so much for your sibling rivalry...you write so well..fantastic..keep it up--Shubs -
Writing at it best.
This is a most amazing story!! I hope you intend on carring it thru and making it longer beacause your expertise in the vernacular lends for a most pleasureable read. I'm not just whistling Dixie here, I've read alot of books you are now one of my favorite authors. -
Funny story... this is so you, Liz. Don't tell me you don't like your little sister now, lol. Love the story as I love all your stories!! You rock out any story!! Please write more or I'll just annoy you (haha, yeah, ME annoying YOU psh)!!
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Hahaha...I love this and even though I'm eighteen now, I STILL agree with this. I can't stand babies or children at all. Great write.
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*chuckles* I can well believe this story.. you've kept a touch of the child within it and helped me to see this story as it happened. The description is somewhat amusing (spawn of the devil LOL!) and working as an Au Pair.. I have to agree.. the screaming is somewhat of a nightmare. Thanks for entering
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ur cruel to little babies.............
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wow.....................ur sister's cute....better than my brother
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