Wanted: A Sister
Wanted: A sister I grew up with three older brothers. They were 9, 8 and 7 years older than me. When my oldest brother turned 13, Mom thought it would be good for him to go live on the farm with his dad and learn farming from his grandpa, as this brother had sustained a brain injury at birth and wasn’t really good at school, and she wanted him to have a trade he could fall back on. The middle brother moved the following year, and, as we were moving to a city further away, my youngest brother wanted to go live on the farm too. I never got the option. But I sure missed my brothers and all through my elementary years, I asked my mom over and over for a little sister. I always got the same answer and an age-appropriate reason to go with it. “It takes a long time to make a baby.” Or “you couldn’t play with a baby like you think; it would be years before she was big enough to play with and you would always be way older th...