I have a lot of siblings (I mean a lot). I am the youngest of 15 children, some step, some half and some adopted. In our family we didn’t really see step, half or the adopted part, we just saw family. We said “yeah that’s my sister/brother”. As you can imagine, it was crazy. Fighting for showers, late for appointments (sometimes), stealing each other clothes. It was chaotic but as the youngest, it was what I was use to. Noise, the house filled the people I know and love, making memories or staying up and laughing or until we got busted. We did it together, when something went wrong, it felt like we were an army. We weren’t perfect but that’s made us unbreakable, our imperfections was the bittersweetness.

My sister came over to visit for the weekend and she cooked breakfast everyone and just for a moment, those moment came back. The chaos came back and I thought to myself, “I miss the house being filled with that chaos” because it brought me joy to hear the noise of my loved ones. Growing up, as everyone starting leaving and I was the only one it was weird to hear silence, to go into a room and not see my siblings talking or laughing, to go into my brother’s room and just see an empty room. The chaos was gone and I was not use to it.

I am very grateful for my siblings being in my life and the lessons they have taught me growing up. They have become my best friends and whenever we get tother, we create a new chaos and I love it!