Little Siblings
Ah how I love being the eldest of the bunch at home.
The power I bestow upon the ones much littler than I.
Oh how I can manipulate the ones that were unlucky to be born after me.
I never have to get up off the couch.
Food is brought to me on a silver platter.
Always in charge when the parents of our household are out.
I hardly ever have to lift a finger.
Too bad I have an older sister (in college).
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