Hey, I'm Jaia - the one in the green shirt. I'm the oldest sister of four kids and most of the time I loved it. I was their role model and playmate. I made them smile when they were sad and comforted them when they were scared. The downfall was that Mom put a lot of pressure on me to be perfect.
When Mom came home, she asked my siblings what they wanted for dinner because they were picky and I was not. After dinner she pretty much disappeared with my siblings, leaving me alone to finish my homework.
Every night Mom tucked in the twins and read them a bedtime story. When they were sound asleep she went to see my sister who was waiting for her goodnight kisses.
At the very end of the night Mom always reappeared on the couch beside me. She asked the same three questions, "how was school today?" "how's your homework going?" "are you almost done?" And by the time I answered her last question she was passed out. I understood that she was tired, but it would be nice spend some real quality time with her once in a while.
At school things were very different. I was super outgoing and loud - always wanting attention for myself. I had a huge group of friends, I was part of sport teams and I was on student council. Everyone knew who I was and it made up for the lack of attention at home.
Sometimes on the bus ride home from school I think of the things I want to tell Mom and dad about my day, but then I get mad. Mom rarely spends time with me at night and when she does she makes it about my siblings or she's barely awake. Then on the rare occasion she comes into the living room to chat it often ends in some sort of argument. Dad was even worse. He finished work late, and when he got home he ate dinner then was off to the basement to watch the siblings.