My relationship with my sister has always been forced. From the beginning she was treated very differently than me. My parents had been expecting a child for a long time and difficulties arose that made natural conception an almost impossible path. The pregnancy that would lead to my birth had been helped by the doctors. Halfway through my incubation period, my mother started bleeding and my chances of survival were slim, as I was told. Of course I survived, but the fight left scars on my parents and they decided to stop. Just over a year after my birth, however, a miracle happened. My mother was pregnant again and this time without any help. I was no longer the youngest and that small factor would change the way my family functioned. Nothing could have prepared me for what came next. Being the youngest, my sister quickly developed what is commonly known as “little child syndrome.” She became a domineering, controlling child to whose commands I was impulsively willing to submit. My easy-going spirit contrasted his dominance perfectly. As I grew up, however, I began to resent my condescension and, instead of trying to change my attitude, I directed my anger at my sister. I have become a seething soul; the slightest word or the smallest action could trigger my bad mood. I was angry at my sister for her sheer good fortune in being born later, and I was angry at my parents for letting her become what I saw as a heartless child. I was relentless. As a result, the time my sister and I spend together has become especially cautious on her part. He wasn't aware of the roots of my anger, but nevertheless he tiptoed around me like I was a ticking time bomb. As I grew up, my tendency to explode greatly diminished, and my anger... middle of paper ... .... Instead of simply being a sister, I became another guardian – always on guard. Similar to my behavior when I was younger, I let anger consume me. This time, however, the source would be different. My already fragile bond with my sister almost turned upside down. She absolutely hated me for the contempt filled words I had harshly hurled at this boyfriend of hers. She completely resented my involvement in her relationship. Even now, I regret my actions. Intending to scare the boy away from my sister, I simply threw her further into his arms and away from any potential we had for a relationship. Despite my endless apologies, I still have not regained the trust I had so badly damaged. Understandably, she remains angry. I was trapped, trying to find a way out of the depths of my sister's hatred. When it ends?