From Trio to Four: A Love That Grew
Hello everyone,
How’s life growing up with sisters for you?
I have two—one older and one younger—so I’m the middle child, which automatically comes with a fair dose of drama and extra sensitivity. Like, super sensitive. My little sister used to get so annoyed when I cried. Hahaha.
Growing up with them felt like what most siblings with sisters go through: we fought, we pulled each other’s hair, we even joked that some of us were adopted. But through all that chaos, we also built memories. We shared secrets, we played endlessly—paper dolls, pretending our stationery was furniture in our imaginary houses, and of course, The Sims. We only had one computer, so we took turns (we still do now—only my computer has Sims installed!).
As teenagers, we slowly drifted into our own worlds. It’s not like we were distant, but we had our own friend groups and separate lives outside of home. We found our own comfort zones. Still, the love was always there. When we went our separate ways for university, that’s when I really started missing them (me, at least—I don’t know about them. Hehe).
That’s how life goes—we make our own memories, but the love remains.
If I could describe each of them:
My big sister—she plays a huge role in my world. She’s exactly what a sister should be… in gangster terms. If I had a problem, she was the one I’d run to. If someone messed with me, she’d help me fight back—and win. She’s my best friend. I may not remember every detail of our childhood, but some core memories still linger vividly.
In school, she wasn’t exactly the role model. She was more the rebel—skipping classes, doing things we didn’t dare talk about at home. During my teenage years, we didn’t spend much time together. She hung out a lot with friends and eventually left home to study elsewhere. So during my twenties, I don’t have too many memories with her—but that doesn’t change how much I love her.
My little sister—the apple of my eye. I’ve been with her since day one. I was still a child when I learned to care for her, bottle-feed her, comfort her when she cried. We’re four years apart, but I cared for her like a mini-mom. She’s the luckiest, the smartest, and definitely the cheekiest. She’s naturally funny and brutally honest. She doesn’t care what others think—especially if they’re wrong in her eyes.
She may act tough, but I know deep down she’s still our baby. We shared a room and a bed for years—she’s my longest roommate ever! During COVID, we finally realized how annoying we were to each other. Our parents decided it was time we each had our own space. But even now, she’s still my bestie. She supports my mood swings, my random ideas, my content creation dreams. She even cheers me on when I decide to write on Wattpad again (while teasing me that it’s for “old people”). She just one year away from officially being Gen Z—but trust me, she acts more Gen Z than anyone I know. She’s the reason I even know what’s trending! Thanks to her, I’m a Millennial with Gen Z energy.
Now that we’re all getting older—my little sister is about to enter the final year of her 20s—I’ve come to really appreciate the relationship I have with both of them. I used to worry that adulthood, with all its changes like marriage and moving out, would pull us apart. But somehow, it didn’t. We still share secrets, swap opinions, and laugh over the same old jokes.
What I treasure most is that we never lost respect for one another. We still hold our big sister in high regard, even if she doesn’t always fit the “traditional” big sister mold. She may not always step in or show up the way we imagine a big sister should, but our love and respect for her have never faded. And as for our youngest, even though she’s grown into the strongest one among us, we still look out for her—because to us, she’ll always be the baby of the family.
These days, I spend a lot of weekends with them. Seriously, a lot. We have a Saturday routine—especially after our baby niece was born (she holds such a special place in my heart—she truly deserves her own post, and I will definitely make one just for her!). We go out, try new food, attend weekend events, and spoil our niece.
As I get older, I’ve realized that it’s really my siblings who love me unconditionally. They’re the ones who stick with me through all my personality shifts and my low moments. We used to be a trio, but now we’re four—a little “core four” that’s grown even closer with the arrival of our baby niece. Working from home while waiting for my little sister to return from work and tell her dramatic office stories actually helps me cope with loneliness. And my big sis video calls me just so I can entertain her daughter—my niece—like I’m her personal Ms. Rachel. It always makes my day.
I love my sisters. I truly wish them the best in life—better than mine. But also… sometimes I just want to punch them. Out of love. Because come on, we love them—but they’re always annoying, right?
xoxo_M.