ELi Torres
Ever since I was little I’ve always wanted a sibling. Whenever I say this to anyone, they always say the same thing without fail: “No you don't!” Then they go on a rant about how much they hate their siblings and how better off I am as an only child. They always assume I’m some spoiled brat who has everything they could ever want.
But the reality is that they don’t get how lonely this life can be. They don’t know how easy it is to slip into nothingness with no one to talk to. I know that even if I did have a sibling, there would be countless arguments and fights, but I also know that there would be laughs and love.
But the reality is that they don’t get how lonely this life can be. They don’t know how easy it is to slip into nothingness with no one to talk to. I know that even if I did have a sibling, there would be countless arguments and fights, but I also know that there would be laughs and love.
I’ve always wanted a sibling because I wanted someone to grow up with. I want someone to squabble with about stupid things like dividing a can of soda to fighting about toys. I want to joke with them about how stupid they are and listen to their snarky remarks. I want someone to talk to who would give me unbiased advice and tell me how dumb I'd be if I did something wrong. I want someone to wrestle with and tell our parents whose fault it was. I want someone to play guessing games with at 2 in the morning. I want to be able to help them with their homework and help them study. I want to congratulate them when they pass a hard test, and I want to be there to comfort them when they fall behind.
So in reality, you don’t know what I want. And you probably never will. People are so quick to try and convince me that a sibling is a literal curse from hell, but they don’t know how lonely it is. And I hope they never feel that because it is truly one of the worst things ever. The closest thing I have to siblings are my cousins, and it shatters me every time I have to leave them. I think at one point I almost had a sibling; I was too young to remember, but there could have been a possible miscarriage, and I don’t want to ask my mom if it was true. But daily I wonder: what would it be like? What would it be like to have a mini me who I could help become the best version of themselves? What would it be like to save them from all the trauma I had?
So please, I'm begging you. If I say I want a sibling, don’t say I don’t. Don’t say it would be the worst possible thing in the world. Because even if I end up hating them, at least I know I won’t feel alone anymore.
So in reality, you don’t know what I want. And you probably never will. People are so quick to try and convince me that a sibling is a literal curse from hell, but they don’t know how lonely it is. And I hope they never feel that because it is truly one of the worst things ever. The closest thing I have to siblings are my cousins, and it shatters me every time I have to leave them. I think at one point I almost had a sibling; I was too young to remember, but there could have been a possible miscarriage, and I don’t want to ask my mom if it was true. But daily I wonder: what would it be like? What would it be like to have a mini me who I could help become the best version of themselves? What would it be like to save them from all the trauma I had?
So please, I'm begging you. If I say I want a sibling, don’t say I don’t. Don’t say it would be the worst possible thing in the world. Because even if I end up hating them, at least I know I won’t feel alone anymore.
Chase JOnes
Ever since I was young, I always wanted a little sibling, or at least someone to keep me company. Being an only child, it usually got extremely lonely, and I still carry these sentiments today in some regards. Growing up, it was just me and my mom, and seeing how she struggled to raise even one child made me realize that parents don't have this perfect plan; they're growing up, just like you are. I thought if I had siblings, my mom would be happier, and I still wonder if she would. When I was born, my mom had severe complications due to heart issues, which caused her to not be able to have any more children. For this reason, she holds me to an EXTREMELY high standard.
Looking back on it, wanting to have a sibling was a perfectly logical thing, but I'm not quite sure if I really wanted one. This isn't about me being spoiled or anything, but I just believe that I was able to become the person that I am based on the fact that I don't have any, and I can't imagine another. Like, I love babies and I love babysitting, but I don't think I could handle having another sibling. I get this feeling of pride every time I see my cousins accomplishing something because they're the closest things I have to siblings. They're the people who have always been there for me, through thick and thin, and will hopefully continue to be there my entire life.
I've had many friends who have tried to convince me that having siblings is terrible, but based on my observations of their experiences and interactions with their siblings, I can tell you that it is indeed a fun thing. Seeing how they interact with each other just shows the impact they had on each other growing up, and if often leaves me thinking: what would happen if there was another mini me? Would I help them become the best version of themselves? Would I have countless photo books of memories with them? How often would I talk to them?
Well, we'll never know. But I think there is some interesting thing about that mystery. I still feel alone, but I know I'm really not. I have a "sibling" who will be there for me--and coincidentally, her last name is also Jones.
I've had many friends who have tried to convince me that having siblings is terrible, but based on my observations of their experiences and interactions with their siblings, I can tell you that it is indeed a fun thing. Seeing how they interact with each other just shows the impact they had on each other growing up, and if often leaves me thinking: what would happen if there was another mini me? Would I help them become the best version of themselves? Would I have countless photo books of memories with them? How often would I talk to them?
Well, we'll never know. But I think there is some interesting thing about that mystery. I still feel alone, but I know I'm really not. I have a "sibling" who will be there for me--and coincidentally, her last name is also Jones.
Chase Jones
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Eli Torres
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