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 Category:  Family Non-Fiction
  Posted: January 11, 2021      Views: 27

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A little sister gets back at her big brother.
"Revenge is Sweet?" by Roberta Liszcz



I was so mad, I didn't care that he was my big brother. He was just downright mean! Who locks their baby sister in a closet for two hours so they can sneak off to smoke with their friends? My brother! That's who!
And he doesn't get any credit for the snacks, water and dolls he left with me because that's beside the point!

One good thing came out of that imprisonment - the revenge plan. And it was a good one. I was going to hit him in his vulnerable 13 year old soft spot - his vanity.

That very night I lay in bed until I heard my parents snoring in their bedroom. I sneaked into my brother's room, entered his closet, and began knotting his clothes. ALL his clothes. Yes, underpants, T-shirt's, socks, school clothes, dress shirts, sport clothes. I did them all. I held each item in my teeth and pulled the knot as tight as a 9 year old could, picturing the look of frustration on his face as he tried to find suitable clothing to look cool for the girls at school that day. This would show him. Ha!

Well, as you probably already guessed, the plan backfired. I had been up most of the night and so I slept through my brother's discovery and all the commotion. I didn't get to see his angry red face, or feel his panic. Instead, I awoke to my mother's wrath as she swatted me with the knotted clothing and shouted expletives I had never heard before. I spent the next 2 days washing, drying (which meant hanging everything outside on clothes lines), ironing and folding as my brother smirked at me.

I guess the moral of my story should be two wrongs don't make a right, however, to this very day, the memory of implementing that plan is so sweet, I'd do it all over again.

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Our sibling interactions were always outrageous. As I searched my journals that hold these memories, I feel so grateful for having had him in my life. Rest In Peace, bro.
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