It’s really fascinating how on a Sunday, my siblings and I are cramped up in this puny compact car on our way to church where we always arrive at least a few minutes late thanks to my wonderful brother (who takes hour long showers just to piss us off on purpose). We were originally four in the kids section but ever since my dad remarried so unexpectedly last April, there has been additions to the compact car in which we are squished. Now, it’s even squishier in there and there’s really no more room for anything or anyone else. One of my step-mother’s kids have moved in with my family and there’s now five of us who ride in the compact car like Cinderella trying to squeeze her puny little toe into the Prada heels that prince Charming found in the stairway. Just a slight thought off the subject, why on earth would this prince look for a girl based on her shoe size? Strange fairy tales, huh? — Now, everything feels a bit tighter and more cramp. My sibling and I have never exactly been the typical “loving” family members and even now with the new addition of a sister, there is barely a difference. My siblings and I are the human versions of an unaffectionate cat to a toddler. For years, we have fought for our fish and barely get around to being nice and purrry. We have always been selfish assholes to one another since birth until one day we all decided to grow up and disregard the past of angry stuff toy arguments and stealing of cookies.
I haven’t introduced you to my family yet, have I? Well, I think it’s been a long time since I’ve known some of my frequent readers and so I think it’s pretty safe to introduce you to my siblings one by one because it would be important to know them because I may most likely refer to them in little stories here and there once in awhile (ssshhh don’t tell em’).
Here is a brief introduction to them each.
He’s always been the biggest jerk of the family. I recall him always asking my parents why me and my sisters (he’s the only boy out of the four of us) had to be born then go on to explain how if we hadn’t been born, he would have had more Daredevil costumes for Halloween. During family dinners, he liked to hog all the good food and leave about 2 % left for us. He was the bully of the bunch and one time he almost drowned me in a kiddie pool. I was 6 and he was 12 then. Unlike me, he’s big on socializing and one day he would like to be a shirtless rock star wearing some Hawaiian necklace while strumming his guitar. He has his own Soundcloud which I will gladly link you if you ask (ho h o o). The boy has always wanted to be a rock star turned lawyer but since he never got famous before he turned 21, he decided to become a lawyer first. Oh, and he has a really bad temper.
Now, I’m 16 and he’s 22. He’s not as much of a jerk now but he still has his tendencies.
When I was younger, Ika used to be the cruelest sister. She’s the second to the eldest but also the shortest (haha). She broke my self esteem at the wee age of 9 years old when I was singing with my other sister to High School Music. That’s where she told me I had the “worst voice in the world, never sing again” thing. I never got over it until it became really typical for me not to sing in public—ever again. Thanks to her. My sister also claims that she is allergic to both barbies and the color pink. She’s really good at speaking Chinese because this one time she went on a china tour thingo though, when she came back she never went on to have normal conversations with us until she turned 20. Now, she likes to talk a lot about the economy and Anna Sophia-Robb. She’s still pretty rude today considering the fact that she never says “please” or “thank you” and kicks dogs.
Meriel is probably the “nicest” sibling out of all the other siblings because she did want to become a doctor at one point and often treated me nice when I got sick. She’s two years older than me and thinks my friends and I are hella immature because we can’t say the word “sex” in public (I don’t blame her though). She was my only play mate till I went to school. She enjoys making Sigmund Freud puns which make you want to punch her– though I wouldn’t advice that you do because she is a very strong woman with a face of a serial killer (she’ll kill me any day now for saying that)—instead of laughing. She is very moody and likes Indie bands a lot. Her favorite is Vampire Weekend and loves Ezra Koenig more than you.
Now that I have introduced you to my siblings, I will introduce you to my step-sister who is not an apathetic cat like us but a very gentle puppy who can cook really good food.
She is currently studying hotel and restaurant management so life is pretty good having her around. Her food is just heaven and she hugs literally everyone. She just moved in officially to our home a month ago. She seems pretty out of place in the midst of unaffectionate walls like myself. She has four more siblings who are as playful and kind to one another living with their father or have families of their own already. She’s around the same age as Meriel and they get along REALLY WELL, leaving me to be more of a loner than I usually am in the family. Other than Meriel, she doesn’t really talk to anyone else.
During Sundays, as were on our way to church, the scenario is usually like this. My brother is the only one who knows how to drive so he’s always in control of the music where he plays it at ear-shattering loudness. In addition, he sings and belts out to notes that he can’t manage to reach, leaving a lovely vibrating impact in me and my sister’s ears. With his singing, there are also commercials of curses left and right because he is quite the angry driver. Meriel usually sits in the passenger seat where she plays Candy Crush so intensely she doesn’t seem to hear anything but the sounds of her candies popping at a combo move. Erika and I sit at the back seats. Since I was fortunate enough to break all my portable devices this year, I have nothing to do but pay attention to Pierse perform his concerts. I usually think “thank God this is going to be over in a bit” while Erika listens to her own music on her phone. Car rides are always just a mini concert from my brother. Now that my new sister is around, it’s a bit more silent and Pierse is more careful about his rock star performances. He usually engages Marlou in small talk or if not, Meriel does the talking. I don’t talk at all and go on describing scenarios in my head like I’m in some movie (what a loser). If you’re wondering where my dad and step-mom are, they ride their own car going to church too. They got too lazy to buy a bigger car and so the usual arrangement is my brother driving us siblings and they go on their separate car.
Little things are changing here and there but life changes constantly huh?