I finished a book today called “The Weird Sisters” by Eleanor Brown. The story revolves around three adult sisters coming back to their parent’s home to hide and heal from lives gone awry. As a middle child myself, I found connections within the characters of all three sisters.
The oldest sister is fearful of an unknown life and has convinced herself she is the only glue holding the family together. She turns away from possibilities because feeling needed addresses her anger at her parents for having two more children. The middle sister has sharp edges and an even sharper tongue. Why? She never felt like she could compete with her perfect older sister, or her can’t-do-anything-wrong even when she does everything wrong younger sister. Hey, negative attention is better than no attention! The youngest sister is a drifter. She has never had to be responsible and acts accordingly. Somebody always rescues her, and she plays the cute card well.
I won’t go into my specific demons, but just relating to the characters gave me a lot to think about. I smiled, I winced, I saw myself too often. Peeling back some old scabs…it was the best part of my day.