Comparison

As the youngest of three I get the hand me downs, introduction of this is my other daughter, teachers boasting about what angels my siblings were and what a problem I am becoming. The comparison was all most my down fall robbing me of a relationship with my siblings. We were stronger. Sometimes parents mean well but don’t realize the detriment  comparison causes. The elder perfect child, the middle attention seeker, and  me the the spoiled, entitled one. Looking back the scaring still present the words unforgettable the love of siblings unchanging.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s