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Sister's Discrimination
Posted by Tweeting RevolutionI belong to a big family and we all live under the same roof. You might think a family this gigantic would bicker all of the time. Definitely not in our case. We are really close and a particularly loving family. Everyday when we get together for a meal it’s as if it’s’s a get together with close friend having a party. With such a large amount of people around all the time there is always plenty of food. There are fifteen of us living under the same roof not including children.
I share my room with two other sisters. Of us 3 I’m the youngest. Financially, my family is very well off and we do not truly have to struggle to afford anything. The only downside is our need to share rooms. My grandmother follows this philosophy that sharing rooms with your siblings will help you build a better bond with them. This is the rationale why I was forced to share my room. My oldest sister is thirteen years older than men, and 2 years older than the other sister. Obviously, both sisters infrequently bully me since I’m so young, or sometimes just ignore me. Naturally I wouldn’t say they don’t love me, they do but frequently don’t treat me like an adult. Both my sisters are very close and share many strategies with one another that they keep from me.
The fact that my sisters treat me like this irritates me. I faced up to my mom about this and she told me to talk to my sisters. I listened to her recommendation but my sisters just decided to ignore me like common.
One day, to my surprise, my sister bought me a Prada purse, which is a great gesture. I was very happy to see that my sisters were eventually starting to see me as a grown-up. Prada is a particularly adult handbag and I was really grateful for it. My sister would buy all of the older family members Prada bags and I eventually got mine! However, I shortly realized it was basically a copy Prada bag.
This made me feel horrible. Part of me wanted to confront her and throw the replica Prada in her face. But I forced myself to relax. I decided to do nothing and silently went into my room to take a short nap. When I eventually awoke the negativity was gone and I took another glance at the copy bag. It dawned on me that the reproduction Prada really looked precisely the same if not better than the first. Additionally, no-one had to know that it was fake to start with.
Although i hated the discrimination from my older sisters, I determined to look on the positive side of things and simply enjoy the new bag even though it was regarded as a reproduction. I realized my eldest sister was ecstatic to see my happy about it. After a while it was exposed that all the bags she purchased were copy Prada. Well, who knew? They seemed so real.



