When I was a little kid, I wanted either a little brother or a little sister. I wanted that since I was 5 years old, but my mom didn't want to have another kid (one was enough for her) and my dad already had two kids. By the time I was 11, I realized I wasn't going to have someone to play with, or teach everything I knew, or be my best friend for ever and ever. Besides, I didn't wanna be 11 years older than my sibling because I wouldn't be able to truly identify with the kid (it would end up being like me and my brother who are 11 years apart and in two different moments of our lives).

The reason why I wanted a little brother, was because I would love to be able to buy nice little baby clothes for him, play soccer with him, teach him the basic of skateboarding (I know how tot skateboard. Shocker, right?), help him with his homework, not let any girl get near him. his mom and I should be the only girls in his life, and, best of all, I wouldn't have to share my daddy's attention, therefore I could still be daddy's little girl. With a little sister, it would probably be the same. I would buy her nice dresses, play Barbie with her, and teach her everything I knew about boys and relationships. The only problem with having a baby sister would be being daddy's little girl. I didn't wanna share my position with anyone!

On March 17th, 2011 I found out, through my almost 30-year-old brother, that my step-mom, who is 15 years younger than my father, is pregnant. WTF? My father will be a 48 year old dad, I will be a 19 years old sister, and my brother will be a 30 year old big brother. My world turned upside down with the news, and I couldn't wrap my head around it. I still can't.

When I was a little kid, I wanted either a little brother or a little sister. I wanted that since I was 5 years old, but my mom didn't want to have another kid (one was enough for her) and my dad already had two kids. By the time I was 11, I realized I wasn't going to have someone to play with, or teach everything I knew, or be my best friend for ever and ever. Besides, I didn't wanna be 11 years older than my sibling because I wouldn't be able to truly identify with the kid (it would end up being like me and my brother who are 11 years apart and in two different moments of our lives).

The reason why I wanted a little brother, was because I would love to be able to buy nice little baby clothes for him, play soccer with him, teach him the basic of skateboarding (I know how tot skateboard. Shocker, right?), help him with his homework, not let any girl get near him. his mom and I should be the only girls in his life, and, best of all, I wouldn't have to share my daddy's attention, therefore I could still be daddy's little girl. With a little sister, it would probably be the same. I would buy her nice dresses, play Barbie with her, and teach her everything I knew about boys and relationships. The only problem with having a baby sister would be being daddy's little girl. I didn't wanna share my position with anyone!

On March 17th, 2011 I found out, through my almost 30-year-old brother, that my step-mom, who is 15 years younger than my father, is pregnant. WTF? My father will be a 48 year old dad, I will be a 19 years old sister, and my brother will be a 30 year old big brother. My world turned upside down with the news, and I couldn't wrap my head around it. I still can't.