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woman of the house

             My baby brother Jiggy has gotten quite older and bigger since I last mentioned him in this blog. He's turning 14 now, and he's now the tallest in all my family. The skinny kind of tall, the kind that can be better described as "lanky."             What's been bothering me is that my parents seem to think that just because he's 14 and tall, he has suddenly become a "man," and that somehow gives him the right to be the leader. Like when we go out, my dad tells Jiggy to protect me, my mom, and Caitlin (my sister). Which is totally absurd as Jiggy is no better a fighter than any of us in the family. And when Dad goes out of town, he appoints Jiggy as "the man of the house," a title which I absolutely despise. Yes, Dad's leaving does make Jiggy the man of the house in the sense that JIGGY IS THE SOLE MALE IN THE HOUSEHOLD. Being the sole male in a household does NOT immediately grant him a special leadershi...

To my brother Jiggy, six years from now

I'm writing this for you to read in the future, when you're old enough to be embarrassed of me holding your hand in public. Just in case you're wondering what you were like when you were a little boy. Well, for your information, Future Jiggy, it's Wednesday, May 12, 2010. 3:30 in the afternoon, according to the laptop clock. And you kinda yelled at me for taking a bite out of your McDonald's cheeseburger a while ago. It's just a cheeseburger, and I'm all too accustomed to you raising your voice, but what you did just now really hurt my feelings. Blame my girly girl hormones for this, but that really stung. Why? Because when I asked for a bite you told me, "What? But you didn't even give me anything !" Now that really sucks. Because (Future Jiggy, by the time you read this, I sincerely hope you've learned this lesson already) I'm your older sister, and I make great sacrifices for you. I love you to bits even though you bug the hell o...