Source Of Strength by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0000000000000
Published: 2023-03-11T00:00:00+00:00

Sharing

We can choose friends, but we cannot choose sisters.

- Evelyn Loeb

- You have to be able to share!

When I had to hear those words from my mother, I would become quite agitated. Despite the fact that I have three sisters, I am sharing with someone who is exhausted. Worse, we're all first-year students. Things are frequently insufficient for all of us.

We were born and nurtured in the 1950s, when a child with his own room, amusement toys, or a telephone was thought unusual by all. A room with two double beds was shared by my four sisters and me. On cold evenings, having someone sleep next to you may seem bothersome, but it is actually quite pleasant and cozy.

In my home, there is no such thing as private space. On the bottom floor, the only phone was located in the middle of the corridor. Privacy is a luxury, but it isn't a big concern because we have nothing to hide and always tell each other everything, not just sisters, but also neighbors.

The lone television in my house is in the living room corner (waiting for someone to pick one of the three to pick up). Our bedroom is devoid of all forms of entertainment, including video games and computers. We have a gramophone and a stack of records instead. My sister and I would dance in the room, and the records would be played over and over until the grooves were completely worn out.

We have a radio clock that may be used as an alarm clock as well as a source of pleasure. We all have to get up early when one of us has to. Then there will be a battle for the house's single bathroom. For four sisters, there is just one bathroom! What a nightmare it is to have to wait! I had to kick through the door several times for my sister to end up posing in it. The old door may be old, but it is really sturdy. Throughout the years we were at home, he was subjected to a great deal of abuse and never wavered.

We tell our teachers stories about our sisters at school.

We are members of a band. We also have our own small band, which includes a flute player, a clarinetist, a cornetist, and a tuba player. The only thing we're missing is a drummer.

When we were old enough to drive, we resumed our sharing. We only have one car, and it belongs to Dad. That means we must first obtain our father's approval before using it. When a group of girls came to him at the same moment, I can imagine my father's panic. My father will very certainly go bald!

In my sisters' lives, sharing has become a must. We share everything: clothes, makeup, and food. So much so that I can see my favorite sweater fluttering in front of me as I walk down the corridor below or up the hallway above. I looked for my new socks for hours before discovering them behind my sister's soiled clothes.

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