There’s nothing quite like a sister.

I am part of a really confusing and twisted family. Including me, there are six sisters and one brother. I don’t think anyone is entirely sure how we’re all exactly related, but that’s a different story all together :-). If any of you are lucky enough to have a relationship and friendship with a sister, then I’m sure that you can agree that there isn’t anything quite like sharing a bond with your sister…

A sister always “gets” you when no one else does and they always have your back. They can calm you down, crack you up with laughter and always know the right thing to say. A sister knows where you’re from, where you’re at and where you’re going- they help you figure it out when you get a little lost on the way.

I am very close with two of my sisters: Alex and Jen. They are a year apart in age and I am six years younger than Alex, and therefore five years younger than Jen.  Alex and I live five minutes away from each other (here in the UK) and Jen is back home in South Africa. The three of us don’t have to see each other all the time to know how much love we have for each other, because we have all proven that distance is just a number. We don’t need to speak every day to let each other know that we care, because as sisters, we simply just know.



Now that I’m all grown up, I get to pick on my sisters as payback for when they tortured me as a child 🙂 Firstly, I’m taller than both of them, possibly even with them put together, and secondly, it’s only fair…

It’s their fault that I have a fear of plastic washing baskets- yes, I’m serious. I was around five years old when the incident happened. The kidnapping. The two of them tied me to a plastic washing basket, dragged me down the stairs, took me outside and… wait for it… tied me to a tree… NAKED!!! All in hopes of becoming serious bad-asses by demanding a ransom from the parentals for my “safe” return. They got something like R10 (about £1) to share, which was a lot for fifteen years ago for two ten-year olds. Terrible right?!!

They also used to scare me by saying that there was a really long snake living in the bushes in our swimming pool area… This went on for months and so one day, I put my brave pants on and went to find this snake… It turns out that it was just a green hose pipe. Duh!! Jen used to push me into the bushes… a lot.


They used to melt chocolate into moulds and sell them to people who lived in our complex. I was forced to clean up after them and didn’t get any profits! Admittedly though, I did get to lick the bowl and when you’re little, chocolate is way, way better than money. I think that’s still the case with me now 🙂

They used to run away from me all the time, lock me in my room (or out of theirs), allow me to eat crickets off the floor, call me “butt chin” (as in “arse chin”), dare me to suck my dad’s toes (I did it once for money. Once- I swear!) and let me roll around in my own nappy waste. I’m pretty sure that I had to dress up for Halloween and do all the trick-or-treating and was then forced to divide my sweets and it most definitely wouldn’t have been in three equal parts! They allowed me to watch all the Chucky movies and that horrific clown movie called “It”, instead of protecting me from what is now a true fear of dolls and clowns. Oh, and  Alex once sent me to school with no panties on!


Despite all of those horrible things, well horrible at the time- HILARIOUS now… my sisters were sometimes very loving :-)… They used to sneak me into their bedroom at night time when I used to cry, or rather howl, because I was so scared  of sleeping in my own room, as the tree shadows on my curtains were not so friendly looking. They used to let me hang out with them in primary school, thus making me really “cool” because I was friends with the seniors. They let me take my favourite blanky EVERYWHERE– not that they really had a choice and Alex once saved me from drowning. Thanks for that!

My beautiful sisters are clothes borrowers, fit throwers, duvet cover stealers, moody pants, funny rascals, advice givers, mad and mental, secret keepers, punishers, rewarders, fighters, lovers, sharers of dreams, jokers, dresser uppers, huggers, kissers and best of all… they are family!!!

Alex and Jen: We are sisters, best friends, other halves and soul mates. In the cookie of life, you two are the best part- the chocolate chips!!! I love you both always and forever!


I'm the bald boy-looking one in the middle 🙂

10 thoughts on “There’s nothing quite like a sister.”

  1. You just made me cry at my desk… as well as laugh out loud!! There are customers looking at me like I am on crack!! That is beautiful my poke… I just wish you had chosen better picturs of me… gosh I have hair problems 🙂 haha I love you my angel!! you are truely gifted… and becauseof those things we did to you… you have character… luckily for us 🙂 xxx

  2. Thanks sooooo much my special friend!! Hahaha they are funny things to look back on. Ask your brother and sister about stories that they did to/with you. I did that and found out some of the stuff I posted about. You’ll end up in stitches!! Thank you so much for the support!! love love. xoxoxox

  3. TAYLA i love your reading your stories so much!! also have an older brother and sister who found great amusement in putting me in funny situations, so much to relate to! i hope to read more of your stuff soon 🙂

  4. I love you story! 🙂 I always wished that I had a sister. I was blessed with a brother who sadly is nearly 14 years older than I am and lives nearly 3000 miles from me in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Despite these two obstacles, we have a very tight bond and are very close. He gets me. I get him. I see him at least once a year if not more, it is hard when we live so far apart from each other. But we talk on the phone regularly, skype, email, and facebook each other. Thank goodness for all the social networks and brilliant technology these days. But I can remember going years without seeing or talking to him when I was growing up. That was horrible. Growing up it was pretty much like being an only child as he moved from home to join the Navy when I was around 5. To think you have six sisters is amazing, and one brother wow. I wonder what his thoughts are having to going up with all girls around. 🙂 Great story! Thanks for sharing.

    1. Thank you so much for that 🙂 Sorry, including me, there are 6 girls and 1 boy. I’m not sure how we’re all related, but it sure is crazy!! I’ve been away from my sisters before for years at a time and it is very difficult, but like you said, the technology these days makes it so easy to communicate with each other in seconds. It’s incredible that you are so close with your brother, despite the age gap and the distance- that is truly special! ❤
      I have one younger sister who turns 13 this year and it' so scary to think about it. Take care and thank you for your lovely blog. xxx

      1. Thank you for following my blogs. I noticed that you joined The house of Thoth. I would be very interested in your comments. You will need to catch up to everyone. Hope you have fun doing so. Have fun with your sisters and brother. And most of all live life to the fullest as you never know what it has in store for you. I look forward to following your blog. Cheers!

  5. Ah wow T that is stunning and so true:) sisters are AWESOME absolutely beautifully wriitten!!!!!!! Just can’t beliieve I’m only seeing those embarrassing stories now hahahahahahaha 🙂

    1. Hahahaha 🙂 thank you so so so much M!! 🙂 I was laughing so much when I was writing about the hose pipe- thinking of Vera!! Haha 🙂 love and miss you xxx

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