I’m blessed to have so many siblings. Some a lot older than me, some a lot younger, some just around my age. Faliq, on the other hand, isn’t as blessed. He’s six years younger than the youngest after him, Ameera. So you can imagine things can get pretty boring for him. Can’t blame him for knowing more about how his iPad works rather than his siblings’ favourite things.
He wants to play some martial art thing I’m sure he created on his own, he wants to go for swims when its burning hot, he wants to talk about Roman Atwood…. We don’t, we don’t want free bruises from boxing anyone, we don’t want to get sunburnt, we don’t want to talk about Roman Atwood!
But, it’s not fair.
I could play with barbies with Ameera growing up. I became a Jedi a couple of times before as Aqief’s opponent. I had people around me, living with me, always accompanying me. I still do.
Today, I get ready with Ameera, put on make up with her, pick clothes with her, binge watch Pretty Little Liars with her, sleep with her after “A” ended the episode with another horrifying note because suddenly it feels like “A” left the note for me. (You’ll understand if you know the tiniest bit about PLL. If not, I’m sorry.)
The point is, Faliq needs to have sibling-time. He needs to want to have sibling-time more than he would ever want iPad-time.
** side note: Faliq does spend a lot of time with his siblings, just not as much as the rest of us do (we are very, very close to each other, it’s kind of weird) and it really only is because of the age gap and him being youngest means we don’t take him too seriously most of the time which is horrible and definitely needs to change hence, SuperSister (that’s my superhero name, btw) came to his rescue.
SuperSister not so super anymore after the 157th balloon. SuperSister got pretty SuperFedUp. This backache is going to last me at the very least, a lifetime. But it’s ok!!!!! 350 balloons later, we have this..
Even when I’m trying to be all best-sister-ever, he still got a little scolding for trying to be Pamela Anderson.
Don’t worry. I managed to quickly get it together again and make him love me, again.
Photoshoot sikit because already so much effort let me be please.
Didn’t take any photos during the fight because I’m not willing to sacrifice my camera anytime soon. But all I can remember is, a lot of screaming (not gonna lie, mostly, if not all, came from me), a lot of balloons smashing on my back, a lot of “FALIQ ONLY ON THE GROUND OR LEGS I HAVE A BACK PROBLEM PLEASE SPARE ME” and believe it or not, a whole lot of fun. Seeing him happy was the best part. Cheesy, I know. But I’m being completely honest. He’s so cute when he’s happy. His face was lit up the entire time and not the kind I’m used to which is when he has a device, with full brightness on, before his eyes. My little boy deserves this, at least every once in a while.
Also, in my head, I was honestly thinking about the spike in the water bill this month more than anything else.
Aftermath?
More back pain to last five lifetimes.
But all worth it for you, Faliq.
Stop growing up so quickly. I need time to think of more things to do.
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