When a sibling is born, regardless of what any parents may say, any given child’s allotted time for getting attention from their parents is intrinsically cut in half (or more!). Needless to say, I did not like having to share with my sister. I thought the wealth should not be distributed between the people (as Marx often said), but should be reserved solely for me. If I may quote myself upon coming to such a horrid realization, “It’s nice, but can we take it back to the hospital now?” Unfortunately, my parents were not keen on putting their second child up for adoption, and I eventually had to cease my begging for her “disposal.”
As my sister came to be a constant at home, I had to move my energies elsewhere, and so I started thinking on larger things. Like the universe. When I became confused as to where the universe ended, and my parents failed to provide a satisfactory answer, I decided that it must simply be a lot larger than I was used to things being. Perhaps even larger than that mountain I climbed with my grandma.
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