Chapter Two: Sisters

            I am the oldest of five girls. No brothers, just me and my sisters.

            Having four sisters can be loads of fun, and other times it can be super annoying.

            It’s fun because every day is a girl day. We get to do each other’s hair, and makeup. And we can share each other’s clothes and shoes. Sometimes that’s not so fun! When we were younger we would have tea parties galore. As we got older we didn’t do that as much. But every now and again we would pull out the old tea set I found at a garage sale and we would dress up in our ‘Sunday best’. We would make a dainty lunch, usually of sandwiches with the crust cut off, and light candles and set the table neatly. Then we would start our tea party. It wasn’t the usual parties where everyone is all prim and proper. Oh sure, it would start out that way but never continued in that fashion. Often we would, literally, spill the milk, or drop cookies all over our pretty outfits. The best part would be when someone would start a story with, “Remember when?” And the reminiscing began. Oh, it was so much fun. We would laugh at all the things we used to do. Like how much I loved setting up for tea parties. Or how we would beg Beth to join in and do anything to get her to come. She would refuse for the longest time and then eventually come and have a better time than the rest of us. Tea parties were so much fun for me because it brought us closer together again. We would go for such a long time being upset with each other and then we would have a tea party and remember all the fun times we used to have. Just thinking about it makes me happy.

            Having four sisters isn’t always a bowl of cherries. We argue a lot and seem to forget that we each have most of the same feelings. We tend to blow one another off like they don’t have feelings. We can usually get back on good terms with each other it just sometimes takes a while. Another thing that is awful with four sisters is mood swings. Oh, MY GOODNESS!!! For rizzle. It’s like if one person is moody EVERYONE must join the party. And then everyone is crabby or emotional at the same time. Goodness gracious, it’s horrible. We now just know that if one person is in bad form the rest of us are doomed. It is now an unspoken code that we just automatically go to the store and buy a bunch of chocolate bars. I get dark chocolate, the next two get milk chocolate, the fourth gets peanut butter and chocolate, and the fifth gets chocolate caramel. It’s pretty funny seeing the five of us bundled up in blankets watching a Disney movie and eating our chocolate bars. This is our way of dealing with it and not blowing up in each other's faces. Even though we aren’t always on the best terms with each other, I wouldn’t trade my sisters in for anything. Through thick and thin we are stuck with each other! :)