So I am the oldest of three. I have a brother who is sixteen months younger then me and a sister who is seven years younger then me. I love them and I know that they love me but the sure have a funny way of showing it.
Their favorite way is to wake me up in the morning. They have used lights, dogs, flying pillows, flying bodies, loud voices, you get the point. It's awful and I hate it.
Now if that wasn't showing enough love right there we also like to tease each other about our crushes in front of our parents. ( I feel as if that is very cruel)
My little sister likes to run around making kissing noises at all of us.
The love also continues with the name calling, and the smacks and the punches, as well as the blaming and the teasing.
But its all good because there is a poem on our fridge where my sister calls me her hero. And even though my brother is about a foot taller then me and hundred pounds heavier, he still likes to use me as a pillow when ever he is tired or sad.
Sometimes I don't like my siblings very much but I always love them.
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