Iniquitous – grossly unfair and morally wrong.
It’s always so unfair and wrong. He’s got more then me or she’s broken it. He’s annoying me then she bit me! He started, she started, he did it, she did it!
Always fighting, like they are punishing you for having them both. Would it have been different if they were both girls or both boys? Doubtful. Siblings always fight. You did so with your own.
‘It’s not fair!’ he cries, ‘I hate her!’
‘I hate you more!’ she screams back.
You roll your eyes and silently beg for peace. Just five minutes like Mrs Elephant wanted.
‘What happened?’ you ask thinking you can play judge, jury and court all in one.
They spill the story of how one was doing something wrong but the other was sure it was right and unfair it was for the interruption to happen. How this or that might be broke, why it’s not his or her fault. He should be punished, no, she should be punished.
It’s the same old story, repeat time after time. What’s the point in trying to keep putting the bridge out of fire if it finds a way to carry on burning down?
‘Leave each other alone,’ you rule, ‘you go back to whatever it was and you come do something with me.’
Tongues stick out, there are pouts and tears. She stamps are foot and crosses her arms and declares, ‘its not fair! you love him more then me.’
Not that cliche again!
You say, ‘that’s not true. Do you want to do some baking?’
Another war stopped, another battle half won. You just hope this is a phrase they are going through. How can they love each other one moment and hate each other so much the next? It’s a bafflement never to be solved but then that’s siblings for you.
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