I am the proud big sister of my two little monkeys (or brothers, however you want to calll it) and even though I, sometimes, want to kill them and they me (literally) I love them an awefull lot
my family is kinda complicated, we all have something like ADHD, autism or dyslexia. I have ADHD and dyslexia, but this is not about me, it's about my little brothers.
my eldest little brother is 13 years old and he has autism and severe dyslexia. Because we are kinda the same age we've always been really close. We always used to play together and we still just hang out together all the time. but it's not all nice and sweet, because he has autism it's hard for me to understand him sometimes and he can be quite agressive. He has tried to kill me about two or three times now, luckily he isn't strong, he's really weak so I've always managed to survive. Luckily he's growing up too and he learns to handle his anger better, hopefully it won't happen again because it's always quite terrifying.
but over all I really love him, he's such a sweety most of the time.
and my youngest brother is 10 years old and he's literally a boys coppy of me, it's actually starting to get scary. He has ADHD and dyslexia just like me and just as much fantasy. we've always been quite close but that's a little more diffucult with him since he's a lot younger. But still, I love him a lot and I understand him really well. When I was younger I used to write my own little stories and play with dolls and play my own stories. he does the exact same, except his stories are not about princesses but about wars and robots and explosions but still, it's quite scary. he even started telling his stories to the little kids at his school and the creepy thing is that I did that too, but I never told him that. That's scary right?!
but anyway, I love him a lot and I'm realy happy to be his sister.
I think that I'm really lucky with my little brothers because they aren't evil or mean or little shitheads and they most of the time listen to me really well when I babysit them