Oldest

There’s a lot of pressure that comes with being the oldest

I can’t say I love it

There are days when I hate being the oldest

When stress and anxiety pile high

When frustration wears my patience thin and the temptation to yell rises

When it feels all to easy to shut them out and hide

But there are nights that make it worth it

When my sister can’t sleep so I make us tea while we snack and watch cartoons

When my brother tells me stories and jokes that make me snort

When I don’t have to be the oldest

When I don’t have to be “Mom”

When I’m just a sister

An older sister

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