became pregnant with my sister Brandi, I was eight years old, and I already had a six year-old sister who annoyed me. Lori and I shared a room, which we actually divided down the middle and forbid one another from entering the other’s side. The only other sibling I was interested in having was an older brother. I always thought that would be cool, but I couldn’t figure out how it could logically happen (unless I could talk my parents into adopting one). Now after hearing stories of people who did grow up with big brothers, I’m really glad I got a baby sister instead.
When my parents told me they were going to have another kid, I didn’t believe them. My dad was a big practical joker, and I thought they were just kidding. It wasn’t until they started buying baby things that I knew it was really happening. We didn’t have a lot of money, so I knew they wouldn’t be wasting it for a joke. I was not happy about it at first, but by the time Brandi was born I couldn’t wait to meet her!
Of course, as the oldest I was required to pick on her while we were growing up, and one of my favorite ways was instead of calling her “Brandi”, I would call her “Bratty”. She really hated that! The thing is, she was never a brat, she has always been a great little sister. I might feel that way because I never had to share a room with her! After she was born we moved up to three bedrooms, and I got my own room, so then Lori and Brandi had to share one. Nyah nyah!
I moved out of the house right after I turned nineteen, and Brandi was only ten years old. It would have been easy for us to grow apart, but through the years we just continue to grow closer. Our age difference has never been a hindrance to our friendship, we are kindred spirits who seem to understand each other in ways that no one else really can. She is my partner in mayhem and shenaniganing! I’m so glad my parents weren’t joking about having another baby, because I couldn’t imagine my life without Bratty Baby Brandi. Go Stars!