I had two sisters carried away in a chain-gang - one of them left two children. We were always uneasy.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
That case with my two sisters? That was a disaster. It was. They're really fine people. When my family and my two sisters' families - their children - grew up and so on, it just wasn't the same. But we took care of them very nicely.
I'm one of five sisters. I'm the younger of twins, and we're the youngest of five girls, and we've always been very close. We were pretty much a gang. I take after my mother a lot in terms of personality and character. She was very positive; always looked on the bright side of things. She had a tough time of it with my dad but did her best.
I was the youngest and only girl in a family of two older brothers.
My parents separated before I was 1 year old. I moved in with my aunt and uncle when I was in fourth grade. I was, like, 8 or 9 years old. I was getting in a lot of trouble when I was in Southern California. My older sisters were in gangs. My older brother was in gangs.
I was surrounded by sisters. My childhood was all women.
I was one of those daughters who saw my mother as my enemy when I was a teen.
Me and my sisters were so awful. One nanny, we loved, but we hacked her email and sent her boyfriend lots of weird messages, and we once actually locked her in the toilet, too.
I was a bratty little sister. I was the youngest of three, and I often felt as though I didn't fit in.
When I was at home, I felt loved and safe. My sisters were always a safe haven for me. I knew they would always play with me and make me feel like I was one of them.
My mother's sister was killed in a trolley car accident, so I was raised as one of eight with my sister and six male cousins.