Second-borns are the best...!!
When my brother graced this world 20 years ago with all his 8 ounce, red faced fatness, I got wound up. I would no longer be the baby of the family. Bloody stupid bundle of fatty fatness!! (But I secretly loved him.) When I was growing up, I absolutely HATED being the middle child. I had an elder sister, and younger brother. Then there's me. Squeezed in the middle. The sorry soggy tomato in the Sibling Sandwich. Grrr. The family had already gotten their golden child, first daughter, and my brother ticked the box of Only Boy-plus-Baby-On- Both-Sides-Of-The-Family. Which unique box did I fit into then? It was perhaps for this reason I loved living at my aunts house. I was the only child and all my cousins who are significantly older than me 'adopted' me as their baby sister. Whoop. I loved it! Everyone pampered me and I could also get away with murder. They treated me very well, and was never made me feel like a 'cousin.' I was one of ...