I’ve talked about Adin, Isaac, my monster, etc. I think now would be a good time to start talking about some people that are a much more positive pain in the ass in my life. My siblings.
I have 4 siblings in total. None of them are fully blood related to me, all of them are either half or step siblings. I have a half brother and step sister on my biological dad’s side. I have a step brother and half sister on my mom’s side. I am the oldest of the siblings on my mother’s side.
I was 4 years old when Peanut was born. I was excited to have a little sister, I gave her the iconic nickname. The first ultrasound my mom brought home of her didn’t look at all like a human, it looked like a peanut and we didn’t have a name for her so I called her peanut and it stuck. At school and church she wouldnt respond to anything else so they had to call her that. She’s 13 now. And still introduces herself to strangers as Peanut.
Peanut has been the most solid friend I’ve ever had. She calls me out on any bull, and is never afraid to make tough calls in my best interest. Ever since she was a little girl she’s been looking out for me and I haven’t always been good to her. Anyone who ever picked on me in school had a first grader making threats in the school yard. Fast forward a few years and she was waking my mom up to tell her I was passed out on the floor in my room. Fast forward another few months and she’s standing over me in the bathroom, prying a razor out of my hand, begging me not to cut anymore. I’m crying as I write this because she’s done so much for me and I feel like I’ve done nothing but take away our mom from her and make her grow up faster and deal with it alone.
She’s such an old soul, and I love that about her. She’s independent and introvert. I love my little sister, she’s the most genuine person I’ve ever met. I have not been there for her in the past but I’ll be damned if I don’t return the favor for her now, if I don’t look out for her in the toughest years of anyone’s life, teenhood.
Peanut is growing up, she’s 13 now. And I see myself in her which worries me sometimes but I know she’s smart, and the best I can do is try to teach her what I know so that she can learn from my mistakes not through my mistakes.
And the cause of my elevated blood pressure, throbbing forehead vein and occasional eye twitch, my brother.
Noah is 15. His pranks drive me absolutely insane to the point where I legit contemplate murder sometimes. He’s the epitome of an annoying little brother. He’s done everything from using my shower loofah to leaving his toenail clippings on my laptop mouse pad as a present for when I open it again.
Me and Noah aren’t related by blood, only through adversity. We’ve both been through some crazy situations as kids in a split family. We both got one parent who loves us and another that doesn’t know how to love. Despite being a complete dud, he’s got substance for his age. He doesn’t always know how to channel his adversity, his anger but then again neither do I at times and usually we keep each other in sync, in balance. He bounces everything off with a joke, with an attitude and sometimes he makes it difficult to see where he’s really coming from when he does that. But like I said, we relate to each other so if anyone can catch when he’s really bothered or really hurting it’s me. I care about my brother.
There are days where I want to kill my brother and sister, but put that aside and I’d kill for them, any day. My siblings drive me insane, but no one knows me like they do, no one has my back like they do. My peanut and dud.