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Being the eldest…
Dear diary,
Being the eldest is one of the most unfortunate thing in the world because the world tends to be very unfair to you. Since I am the eldest my siblings think it is their ultimate duty to tease and annoy me… but wait! I think it would be better to give you a little description of myself. I am the eldest of all my siblings, my sister is three years younger than I am and after her is my brother who is eight years younger to me.
My sister is totally a brat. I can’t understand whether she is a boon or a bane. A few days ago she cleaned the kitchen, washed the dishes and my mom started praising her as though she was the best daughter in the world. But I didn’t mind that, because she is my sister and I do love her. But enough is enough, as after my mother praised her she started behaving as though I was a non-entity.
When I need my sister’s help she does help me but afterwards she starts black-mailing me with a nasty smile on her face and this situation is more than a mere mortal of flesh and blood can stand. But it’s true that time never remains the same, time is like a wheel that is constantly moving. So whenever she needs my help I am always there to help her with an open heart and a friendly smile. (As she butters me a lot with a cheese coating).
It is true that I am also a human being and I too can be in a bad mood and when I throw a tantrum we have a fight. When my mother intervenes and threatens to inform our father my sister begins to cry bitterly and the whole blame is shifted upon me. This happens because I am the eldest.
My story does not end here. Once my mother wanted to go out and my sister started crying and shouting; in a rage my mother gave her three or four slaps. I felt really happy at that time, as for once she was being penalised. But later I noticed that my mother was very worried; when I asked the reason I was told that “Aray Wajiha, meri bachi gharr par akaili hoo gi.” At that time I was bursting with anger but I kept quiet because I felt that being quiet for the time being was better.
Now come towards my bro: he is very cute and charming but one of his habits, which I really dislike, is that he is very vengeful. If I slap him once he is going to slap me thrice. He is so talkative that he won’t sleep until I tell him a story; I am totally fed up of his foolish animal stories which are full of childish things but if I deny him a story or talking about cows, parrots and goats, he starts to tweak and pinch me or in a rage throw everything that is kept on my dresser, my bed spread will be down on the carpet, my books out of the shelf, pages torn from my diary and what not! So, this way I am forced to tell him those childish tales. Huh! Tension!
I help and love my siblings a lot but the result is that even then I have to listen to rude words, which are intolerable for me, such as, “Api, you are becoming so bossy day by day! Stop giving your useless lectures!” And when I complain to my mother about my brother and sister she observes complete silence. Now, just imagine how one feels when he/she gets such a response. I am really very tired and fed up of this situation but I have to suffer a lot as I am the eldest and the Api of two mischievous siblings.
Though your siblings are a source of disturbance, seen from a different point of view they are really a great source of love they are the ones after your parents, they are the shoulder on which you cry, they are a source of friendship, help, advice and care which make you feel fortunate and lucky to be with them.
Wajiha Jahangir
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