Day eleven – Your siblings.

Well, I’ve got two of those too. One of them is a girl and she is seriously the biggest daddy’s girl ever. She has angelic blonde curls and big blue eyes, thereby tricking everybody into thinking she is lovely. But she is the she-devil. Seriously. She doesn’t shower either. Femke is 10 years old, surprisingly clever and she is addicted to lame Disney Channel shows. She is growing up right now, switching from Miley Cyrus and pink to Taylor Swift and purple. Not a big change? Hah. Puberty will soon kick in and she is just about 10 centimetres lower than me nowadays, so I hug her whenever I can. It’s not difficult, I just can’t breathe in.

The other one is a boy-man and smells of too-much-cologne. He is like 1.85, has too much gel in his hair and has the biggest feet ever. Size 47. I remember back when he was this tiny little guy, and that time when I cut his blonde curls. The curls never grew back and my little brother is now a long, lanky giant. He plays guitar and is addicted to stupid video games. His room is tidiest one in the house, which makes me worry about his mental health. Sometimes he is the biggest brat ever, telling me how utterly stupid and ugly I am, and sometimes he is the amazingly mature 15 years old he really is.

I like my siblings. They are both long and skinny, so in a few years I’ll be their chubby, tiny little sister, but that is okay. It’ll be cute and I’ll outsmart them any day anyways.