The Making of Hermanas (sisters)

Nene 2010-2011 001(sisters and nephew sleeping in one room while visiting family during Christmas)

I have four sisters. Maria, Laura, Irene and Aurelia. They are the loves of my life. They are all crazy, beautiful women.

The dynamics of our relationships as sisters have evolved over the years. These relationships have undergone really bad times and really good times. I feel like we are in a good place right now. By good place, I mean we are not fighting ALL the time. There are sixteen different relationships among these sisters. Each sister of ours is on this earth with four other women who came from the same people, who know you really well. Who know your strengths and weaknesses. Who you spent your childhood and adolescence with. Isn’t that crazy? Having a sister comes with all tons of joyful memories as well as life-long potential rival.

Even though we all grew up in the same household, it’s very important to note that we all grew up and were raised differently. These differences are in part due to the number of siblings younger than you, the household financial situation, your parents’ everchanging parenting style.

Growing up in a house of 5 sisters who are completely different from each other brings plenty of rivalry, betrayal and covering up. It’s just like a novela. Some days are really fun and we’re building a great tree house and planting beans in the sandbox. Other days, you’re watching your back because one sister has sworn revenge after you outed her that school progress report just came out. With all the bitchiness and craziness that happens as you grow up, I’d like to think that some of this stuff balances out when you grow up. As you grow, you also realize that your siblings were all raised very differently. You start to recognize their personal struggles and their own sufferings.

In our family, at this moment, with the middle girl being 29, it seems like the rivalries have calmed down. We still complain about how lazy and bitchy the other sister can be. Things will never be perfect. My family has gone through very traumatic events which could have easily broken up apart. Easily. Instead, we have chosen to love each other unconditionally to heal the pain. Our focus is each other and moving forward.




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