Sibling rivalry can be harmful, and it's best to avoid it. Even though we understand this, sometimes it just happens without us intending it. When siblings compete or argue with each other all the time, it can lead to hurt feelings and damaged relationships. It's like getting caught in a trap we didn't mean to fall into, and it can really hurt us in the end. So, it's important to try our best to get along with our siblings and support each other instead of constantly trying to outdo one another. That way, we can build strong and loving relationships that last a lifetime.
When I was growing up, I can't count how many times I fought with my immediate elder sister. We never agreed on anything; we were always enemies, and don't blame me, she caused it. She's always sending me on errands, even on things that she ought to do. Anytime I declined, she would come out all bossy, whipping with canes as if she's my mother. Oh, she's like my second mother because that's how the family setting is; the first daughter of the house is automatically the second mother of the house, and she has the same authority to beat anyone like the way a mother does.
The peak of it was when she instructed me to go and hawk her trade around town. She was into the fruit business then, buying avocados, pineapples, and other fruits in large quantities to sell them in retail. Whenever they started to spoil without customers coming by, she usually went to sell them by hawking.
The thing is, it's more like a family thing because most of the time, we eat from the money from her sales.
That day, I and other other younger siblings had just come from school under the hot sun, and she served us full plates of beans, and we ate well. Just after an hour, she came with a bucket containing avocados and said I should go and help her hawk. She pleaded, though, but I wasn't just in the mood. For God's sake, it was a hot afternoon and not the kind of weather that someone should walk under. So, I refused and went back to what I was drawing, and she got angry, went to where I was, picked my drawing book, and tore it before my eyes.
It was as if the lion in me was let loose; I roared, rushed to where we usually keep firewood, picked one, and hit her with it, but she was smart enough to catch it with her left hand. And that was when the war and beating began.
She started to whoop me while I was fighting back, but she's bigger than me, so I was receiving the real blows. Neighbors gathered and separated us.
When Mom and Dad came back, it was only me that was punished with a cane, while her punishment was just shouting. I hated her in those moments, but as time went on and we grew up, I found out that those were the things that made childhood sweeter and more interesting.
Till today, every time we talk about those scenes and how she used to taunt me, we always laugh over it.
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This is for day 6 of #mayinleo prompt
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