"When I was young my mom bought me a twin bed.
I always wondered where my brother was."
I read this today on Twitter. I know it was meant to be witty, funny or any other range of emotions. But it made me sad.
I used to wonder why I was the only kid around with no older/younger siblings. Sure, I got the good side of things like being semi-spoiled (as much as a lower income family can get for their kid), I didn't have to share and I would always be daddy's princess.
I also never had someone to share the memories with, to fight and make up with, to protect or that protected me, to be there for me when I thought I hated mom and dad, to cover for me or tell on me...
Maybe that's why I cling to what little friends I have. Maybe that's why they hurt me easily, because I let them in too easy. I open up for them in a heartbeat, and they're buried deep within me forever...
That's what she said.
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