So, I’ve got two siblings, one of which I’ve had pretty much as long as I can remember. My brother Casey’s birth in 1998 was one of the first things I can remember at all. My sister, Lissie, came much later, in 2007, so I remember that a lot better. However, despite my rocky relationship with my brother when we were kids, and my sister sometimes annoying me now, they’re still my favorite people. Here’s why.
- They both share my DNA. I know this is small, but they’re basically me biologically, just younger. And I’m awesome and worthy of being protected and loved, right? Why not them too?
- They’re nonjudgmental. They know me and have known me their whole lives. They know that if I do something wrong, I don’t intend to hurt anyone. They don’t judge me. My brother was the first person I told I was an atheist and he just told me that he disagreed with me but respected my opinion, and I loved him even more for that.
- They show they love me in special ways. I can’t even tell you the last time Casey told me he loves me. But I know he does. He just tells me without telling me. Lissie does too. When I broke my ankle last month, she bought a bear at Walmart for me and brought it to my apartment to give me something to cheer me up. I got a card and everything.
- They shape my personality. Casey is the main reason I like a lot of the music I like and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Lissie got me binging a show I forgot I liked when she played the theme song at Casey’s birthday lunch last year. I just watched Indiana Jones for the first time in a decade today because Lissie wanted to watch it while I was watching her today.
- They’re family, and they’ll likely be around for awhile. As my parents get older, my siblings and I will have to help each other out and help them out. If I’m gonna have to spend the next 5-8 decades with someone, might as well be them, right?
There are five reasons. If I ever think of more, I’ll add them.