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Na Crazy Sibs: Pete, Bon, Kiks and E

One of the few upsides to aging is that sibling bonds get stronger.  Our lives were pretty remarkable in a confusingly dysfunctional way.  Yvette is 8 years younger than me and our relationship was my first foray into motherhood.  Although she adored me I could never be – at least in my eyes, a good enough role model. I wish I had paid more attention to the choices I made, especially now that I am cognizant of the fact that my little sister was watching.  Peter was a runt of kid, with energy that made you dizzy.  He was fun to play with, cute to watch and still has a heart of gold slash glass.  He’s too kind for his own good and I envy that because I can’t claim the same.  I am 21 years Jake’s senior and already had my own kids while he was growing up.  He referred to our parents as “my dad” and “my mom” for a long time.  I suppose I was a curiosity to him and I regret we didn’t share the memories I had with Pete and Bet. Now that we’re all adults, a fierce and raging glue binds us.  I credit my parents for this.  They never allowed us to treat one another with anything but love.  You never get to choose your family, but I think we got a pretty sweet deal.

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