Is Your Younger Sister Than You
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which one is the correct phrase to say?
I have always been confused by that.
My { younger | little | smaller } sister.
The most accurate of the three is "my younger sister". She is, literally, younger than you.
It's very idiomatic, though, to say "my little sister" to mean "younger sister".
"Smaller sister" is not something I've heard and I'd tend to think it would only be used to describe the physical attributes of two sisters, unrelated to their age. For example:
I have two younger sisters, ages 16 and 18 but the older of the two takes after our mom and is smaller in stature, so she's my smaller sister, despite being older.
Similarly, older siblings can be called "big sister" or "big brother" but not "large/r".
If you only have one sister and she is younger than you, she is your younger/little/baby sister.
If you have several sisters, it gets more complicated:
The sisters closest to you in age, but younger, are your younger/little sisters.
The youngest sister is then your "baby sister".(US)
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Finding meaning in the little things
Being the eldest sibling in a first generation immigrant family entails many things. Firstly, you’re the debut of an unspoken entity—the precedent in which all younger siblings are expected to follow. Secondly, you’re probably the main source of your parents’ stress. Ensuring the success and simply survival of another miniature human being is a large responsibility and a respectable one at that (thanks mom and dad for dealing with me). Lastly, you’re expected to be the best . Whether that means scoring the highest on your exams, making the greatest impressions on your teachers, winning the most awards, or, hell, being the one to eat the most grapes for all you know , you’re expected to be the superhuman that your parents molded from the clay of their labor.
In short, being the eldest sucks because the more you try to follow this prophetic path, the more unsatisfied your parents feel; and accordingly, the more unsatisfied you feel.
In my case, it was like this and a little bit worse. I have to admit that I’m quite competitive as a person, and sometimes I take things too seriously. For the longest time, my happiness depended on how I compared to my own sister—younger, of course. Now that I look back to that period of my life, it’s quite entertaining; but during that time, I struggled to realize who she was and who I was.
To give you some background, I’m a good seven years older than my sister. So, I’ve changed her poopy diapers, watched her blow out her first set of candles, and saw her reading those Dr. Seuss books (and was the victim of her spontaneous book chucking moments).
She’s the type to hug you when you’re sad, to defend you when you’re wrongly accused, and to grab a couple of chocolates for you when you’re mad. In many ways, she’s quite the angel.
However, beyond the 75% angel-ness, you have the 25% little devil. Wonder where your favorite watercolor brushes went? Yup, they’re in the sink, mixed densely with her newly concocted brown (did she try painting a rainbow without cleaning between colors?). Wonder why there’s a huge oil stain on the report you definitely pulled an all-nighter for? Yup, she did it. The endless are ‘we there yet,’ tears shed for absolutely no reason, and ear-piercing screams at not being able to get McDonald’s are nothing compared to the ease she gets her way from the rigid parents that I grew up with. The leniency that my parents have for her is something that I’ve always been quite envious of. But that’s beside the point. She’s still my favorite person.
Now that you’ve gotten acquainted with her, let’s get onto the actual story.
A lot of younger siblings are doomed to live in the shadows of their older ones, but my sister shone brighter than I ever did the moment she stepped into school. Of course she wasn’t an outright genius, nor the top of her class, but she got the 4’s (‘A’ equivalent on an A, B, C grading scale) and 100%’s that I was never even close to approaching at her age. Her pure accomplishment and instant success was admirable. I felt like a proud sister and was truly happy for her success. But as the prophecy entails, it should had been the other way around. It was here when the first seeds of my desire to outshine my sister were planted.
At first it wasn’t much of something I thought about, but as my parents began comparing our development side by side, I felt increasingly inferior. Although I could attribute most of my struggle during elementary school to the fact that I was fresh from China and not very familiar with the language, the conversations my parents had began to echo in my head. Then, I started to remember things about the past I never thought meant much.
As a foreign student, I was placed into ELA supplementary classes by my schools (I moved around a lot) for my early elementary years. Those classes were probably one of my favorites. I was in a small group of other English learners and we would work with a nice teacher to improve our ELA knowledge. I remember I got a couple more valentines and candy canes because of that class. I always looked to that part of my life fondly until my sister fell into the equation.
You don’t really notice you’re different until everything that you’d expect other people to be, do, or get is never what you anticipated. In much the same way, as my sister got older, everything I went through she seemed to miraculously been exempted from. No ELA supplementary class. No ‘needs improvement’ in her report cards. No tears after the first day of class. No trouble finding friends.
But most of all, no parents to say that the younger sibling was the better one.
Adding salt to the wound, my sister was given the opportunity to take music lessons at five years old, an opportunity that I was outright denied by the local piano teacher (I was too young, she said). Everything made me feel like I was behind. I was scared of her potential, of her ability to shadow the one that should be doing the shadowing. It made me feel guilty that I could never be the person my parents wanted. It made me feel like I didn’t do enough for my sister because I wasn’t the one to pave the path for her. It made me hate the little girl who I loved.
In response to all of this, I began stacking up my plate. Doing tons of activities and trying to ace them. It took me a long time, but after succeeding in a couple of these events and failing in a couple more, I finally realized the principle that I’ve failed to understand.
I’m not my sister and my sister isn’t me.
There isn’t just one spot in my family for a child, so what’s the point of competing to the death? There’s no consequences for being different than what the expected ‘eldest’ story is, and life isn’t meant to follow the guidelines perfectly. Every deviation from the clichéd plot makes each person’s story unique.
In the past few years I’ve learned to accept that though my past may not be stellar, I am capable of doing things that will make me shine. I love my sister, and I sincerely hope she continues on her success.
Let’s live to be loved and not to be the best, for that is how true happiness is obtained.
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