My sister wasn't always so sick — not in the beginning, anyway.
She was a preemie baby first, with purple, scaly skin and dark beady eyes. She was a crier too, who was only calm in our mother's arms.
In a matter of 18 months, I'd gone from an only child with two parents, four grandparents and over a dozen cousins doting on me to a big sister of a very petulant baby. She needed around-the-clock care. Constant supervision. We shared a bedroom, but she remained firmly by my mother's side.
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When my youngest twin sisters were born, they were weeks early and remained in and out of the hospital until their first birthdays. Time had to be split even further to accommodate my siblings' ailing health.
I was on the sidelines again.
I wasn't a perfect child but I was not a problem. I had no worrying health issues initially; I came out solid and tender and pink. My mum had no reason to worry — I didn't need her attention.
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