For six magical years I was an only child. All the toys, all the clothes, and all the attention was mine...until August 1, 1993. That's when my little sister Alexa was born. I was so excited because I had visions of us braiding each other's hair like they did during the opening credits of Full House, but it didn't quite work out that way. Fool cried....a lot. Like, more than an episode of General Hospital and 90210 put together. Let me preface this by saying...my sister is gorgeous, she came out of the womb looking like a perfect porcelain doll, but this girl has the ugliest crying face I have ever seen! It's the only time she's not attractive. By the age of 2 Alexa had perfected the art of crying on command, something I have yet to master. Her constant tears moved mountains because a family motto was quickly adopted: "what Alexa wants, Alexa gets!" I wasn't jealous because I knew this was coming, it goes with the territory when you're no longer an only child.
Through the years a lot has changed: hair colors, fashion aesthetics,who is taller, but one thing has never changed...she's still one hell of an ugly crier. More importantly though, our love, friendship, and admiration for each other hasn't changed either! Sure if I didn't have my siblings I would have more toys, clothes, and attention, but I wouldn't trade the love of my brother and sister for anything.
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