So I am a middle child. Growing up, I was never home or sometimes I was home too much. This is my story, the one time the attention was on me. I am here because I like to write about it helps me express my emotions even though I have a hard time talking to others or even asking for things I have been doing better. With my perspective on being a middle child. My brother is 1 year older than me. We were close growing up, then when I was 5, my sister was born. I never really had the attention of my parents, because you know how it is you are all cute and adorable when your little. So it was me and my brother for awhile. I enjoyed it until I started my first day of kindergarten. I was hoping my parents were going to pick me up and ask how my day was, but no, I was picked up from school by my nan and rushed to the hospital where everyone else was to meet my baby sister. After that, me and my brother slowly fell apart and the thing is, when I was 3, me and my brother had to share a room and when my sister became 1, I shared a room with her. To this day, I still share a room with her which I don’t think is fair to me. I will be starting high school in a few months and I still have to share my room with my little sister.
© Brooke Killam 2023-04-10