We Are Biological Siblings but, We Are Different
Journey to mend our 30 years of indifference

My sister and I are almost four years apart. She was considered as a precious baby in my dad’s family as she was the first girl born after a long time. Due to that reason, she was loved and attended by everyone, pampered, nurtured, and becomes a spoilt brat.
1. Childhood Differences
Every spoiled brat is get created by over pampering by the loved ones. It’s too late to realize that their heinous actions spoil a child, and by the time they start to condemn their efforts, the child would turn into a most rebellious rascal.
Precisely that is what happened to my sister. As a child, She evolved into a notorious one; even our parents were unable to control her.
She seeks the shelter of others when her parents, my mom, and dad start to punish her or address her child’s behavioral issues.
When she was barely 3 or 4, I can’t remember the exact age though; She bites her playgroup friend’s ear. One may not believe the reason, but it is what it is.
She tried to control her friend when the friend started moving around in the class and was not listening to her teacher.
She gets agitated, and that resulted in a biting spree. Typically a child would be afraid of warnings, but warnings after warnings from everywhere; just did the opposite to her; she became an attention seeker.
I am born when she turned four. Because of her peculiar nature and upbringing, she couldn’t stand or digest the idea of sharing her space with another one; she became rebellious.
Regardless of all the headaches she created everywhere; she was a brilliant student. So everyone bears her tantrums when weighing her academic skill. She scored high in her academics until the age of ten; if I am not wrong.
Then something happened drastically.
A child would turn into a disaster when she is under tremendous pressure.
Yes, It didn’t take too long for her to become one. One fine day she decided that she is not going to focus her studies anymore; that particular approach, instead her decision created a heatwave in our home, even I couldn’t survive from it.
I became a victim of her behavior, Period. She blamed all her faults because of her school choice. Well, it wasn’t her choice but our parents. Do kids have a say in the decision-making process? I doubt so.
2. The Wrong Expectation
My parents expected me to a better person when my sister was not up to their expectations. I was under intense pressure to make myself upright. I had this phobia that I will become like my sister and hatred by everyone. Perhaps hatred would be a strong word.
One thing I am sure that favoritism makes it worse than ever.
I was a silent type, and the atmosphere in my home even made me more silent. I find solace on my terms. I became afraid to face failure and challenges, and I became more introverted.
Every negative image and thought formed in a child from their own home, then from their school: a child’s character and confidence build based on both family and school atmosphere.
3. Ruined Relationship
Nevertheless, our sibling relationship was on a thin line. We became more distant when we grew up. But the untold reality is I wanted her more in my life; I wanted to have a close friendship with her, as time goes, those wishes become distant dreams. I started to adjust to the untold realities.
She always kept a distance; the truth is she never wanted me in her life.
I always wondered why our parents never worried or bothered about our relationship? As a parent now, I am closely observing my kids, especially their communication bonding. Are they fundamentally strong? I am worried, and I always seem to discuss it with my husband.
I never wish my kids to feel the same way I did. I want my kids to have a strong bond where they could rely on each other in their ups and downs.
Time went by; we were in our different worlds. We never bothered each other that much, but kept in touch from time to time. We both went to have our own family, and the distance grew larger.
4. Finally, We Mend
But things took a turn a few years ago when my sister and family decided to visit us — a blessing in a disguise. We had quality time together; we laughed together; we cried together; we shared our emotions. Trust me. It was never easy as though the writing made it look. And finally, we mend our indifference.
Now, after all these years, when I look back, I always tend to think, “We lost our golden 30 years”, something either of us won’t get it back and can’t go back to our olden days.
Parents have a pivotal role in building bonds in children. Children learn from parents, how do we maintain our relationships, how do we show empathy to others, even how do we handle our work-life balance — That’s right; Monkey see Monkey do. Nothing more than that.
Yes, Genetically, we are different, though we are sharing the same bloodline. Agree that Genetics and DNA play a role too, but a fundamentally good atmosphere builds stronger relations among our children.






