“Oh no! You’ve started again, you! This girl, if I get hold of you, you will hate yourself “. This sounds like a frustrating word from my sister because I'm excellent at looking for her trouble, especially when she's inside the room alone, pressing her phone. I will walk slowly to our room, open the door widely, run back, and wait for her to chase me. But she would rather shout at the top of her voice to warn me.
Most often, I do enjoy her company when playing together, but if she decides to stay alone, pressing her, I do feel lonely. But I do make a target of disturbing her because my mum warns her not to touch me as the last born of the house.
My sister seems to be a quiet and introverted person in the house, but I am an extrovert and a smart girl whose body is not calm in place. Always looking for trouble, most frequently. Not minding the consequences it will bring for me. The joy of being the last born triggers me a lot. In school, my class teacher spanked me a lot; even my mum spank me for my naughty behavior. And it is because I was Daddy's girl. I love and cherish my dad. He regularly refers to me as his grandmother who is back on earth because I resemble his late grandmother. And I truly miss her too. Most frequently, I do love to ride my sister a lot, considering that she is not meant to touch or spank me at all.
Whenever she does something wrong at home, she will try to lie and avoid being punished, but if I find out that she's the one who does it, I will make sure that I report it to my mum because I enjoy seeing my mum spanking her.
One day, my dad came back from a trip and brought something for everyone to one of us at home. So my mum instructed us that she permit us to wear one of her slippers. We were glad to hear that. But one fateful day, my sister was going out to get something from the market. She walked to my parents, took my mum's slipper, and wore it. I was sleeping at first, but when I noticed that she was about to leave the house, I quickly got up and walked to her to remove the slipper, but she refused, claiming that it belonged to our mother.
As far as Mum has given us permission to wear it, nothing will stop me from removing it from her leg. I kept quiet at first, thinking of what to do. Then she stepped out. I was furious and jealous because she would be the first person to wear the slipper. I dragged her bag from the back and held her not to go. Meanwhile, she was also outraged. She hit me with her hand; I also hit her back. But she ensured that she pushed me away for her to make her way out, which she successfully did. Then I went inside the house, waiting for my mum to come back, not knowing that my dad was at home looking at the scenario of the incident.
When my mum came back, I waited for the evening to come, when my parents would be in the parlor watching the evening news. I walked to my mum's side, trying to frame up that I wasn't feeling too well. In the evening, my parents sat in the parlor, watching the evening news on the television. I walked slowly to my mum's side, pretending not to be fine. Then she asked, “My darling, what happened?”. I narrated the story with a solemn voice, pretending that she had spanked me. Then my mum called her and asked her what happened, but I didn't allow her to finish her side of the story; I was just jumping into her words, trying to let my lie stand.
Without expectation, my dad jumped into the story, telling my mum that what my sister was saying was actually the whole truth. I was really shocked because I didn't know that he saw how the incident happened. Then he instructed that henceforth, my mum should always allow my sister to spank me because I was riding her. After all, I am the last born. I felt unhappy with the instructions; it was as if my dad made a sweep clean of my attitude towards my sister. At that time, henceforth, I decided not to look for my sister's trouble again. Because I know that she has been permitted to spank me if I get rude to her.
Last born and wahala. It's a good thing your dad made corrections to your behavior towards your sister before it got out of hand.
Exactly
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