This is going to sound really depressing btw. One of my favorite childhood memories is about me and my sister. My sister is older than me. She became a mother when I was five. So I didn’t really have the luxury of having that sister experience. For example, we didn’t really share secrets, and I never learned about makeup, and I didn’t have anyone to help me get my permit. I’ve always been jealous of her childhood because she got the childhood with the young fun parents, grew up with cousins,had a bunch of girlfriends, and was a heartbreaker with the guys. I got the older parents,the cousins I grew up with involved a sexual assault case and my sister was just known as a second mother. But I have this memories of when she would go out with her friends and every night she would come to my bed and sleep with me. I didn’t even care that she reeked of alcohol. For those night’s she was my big drunk sister.
