In what ways were your siblings kind to you?

I really want to do an incest joke.

When I was 5 years old, I had pneumonia and was home sick for a month. I missed Halloween, but my 10 year old brother came back from trick or treating and gave me half of his candy. I will never forget that.

The next year, when I could go out trick or treating with him, I was afraid to go up to one particular house, because it had a very realistic looking witch statue in the doorway, so my brother went up to the door, got his candy, and then immediately deposited it into my bag.

That is typical of he kinds of things he has done for me, and other people, his whole life and why I love him so much. I got super lucky in the brother department.

We didn’t know at the time, but my brother is bipolar.

In his teens, he’d be super super awesome for weeks on end – “Don’t worry about it, Muad_Dib, I’ll do the dishes for you tonight. Also I cleaned the bathroom this afternoon. Wanna play video games when I’m done?”

We called him “Jeeves” during those weeks – it was like having a hyper-energetic butler in the house. Looking back it’s obvious he was having his first manic periods.

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There are three of us – I’m the oldest, brother is 2½ years younger than me, sister is 3 years younger than him.

We were all one of our parents’ “favourites”. I was Dad’s favourite, no contest. Brother was Mom’s. Sister was stepdad’s. That means my parental ally was out of the picture by the time I was 9.

Whenever Mother or Stepdad would go on a rampage on one of us, at least one of the others would ally with them. So if Sister was whining to Stepdad about something she claimed I did, Brother would back me. Usually it just ended up with both of us in trouble, but it was nice to have the support.

My sister would bring me tea and compresses when my menstrual cramps were horrible when I was a young teen.

She sent me a care package when I was traumatized after breaking up with my boyfriend in college.

She used to send me random “postcards” on index cards through the mail.

I was just up in NY, because our aunt was dying, and she gave two of my grandmother’s rings that she had in her position that she wasn’t wearing.

My siblings have never been kind people, but I love reading these. :-)

@canidmajor Any idea why your siblings aren’t/weren’t nice? I think that would be a horrible situation for me, if my brother wasn’t nice, especially now as an adult.

They’re just mean by nature and it was never discouraged.
I have little or nothing to do with them.