03/06/2017
I have always been that older sibling to do The Thing, all the time. I was the role model, I was the one who buried herself in books to learn everything she could about anything she could possibly encounter. I wanted to be prepared, and I wanted to be great at what I did. I wanted Vaso to learn to be the same, and for a while, I felt like I was doing a good job, that I was teaching her, that we would always be a team, working together. Then, Vaso ended up going from pipsqueak premie, who I vowed to protect from birth, to an Amazonian Warrior Princess in the span of maybe 3 seasons, particularly a summer, a few years back. (I am still convinced she was blessed by Aphrodite, but she still has yet to confirm nor deny this.)
At first, I liked her brashness, her need to jump into a situation without thinking, I thought her instincts were sharp. But, as she got older, I started to notice it more. Vasiliki is a show-off. She loves the attention, and she loves a good fight. Her courage is boarder line stupidity at times, and she will pile drive me into the floor for saying that. (She has, multiple times). Vaso, being a five-foot-eleven-inch Spartan warrior, knows no limits. She was the baby of the family while I grew up too early, and was the first kid on top of it. Now, she's nineteen and acts like she's in charge and can do whatever she wants. Like, excuse you, who died and made you boss, ya punk? Yaiyia keeps her in line, though, sometimes. Other times, she babies her. She's come home from vampire raves at four in the morning, or gone looking for curses with other hunters without telling any of us, giving me a heart attack in the process. Then, she gets mad at me for worrying. Like, I'm sorry I called you 57 times because a werewolf with rabies was on the loose and I couldn't contact your stupid butt for hours. The thing is, she always gets away with it. ALWAYS. You can never talk to her about anything, either, or ask her any questions. She gets so defensive and angry, thus getting me angry, and it turns into a screaming match that ends up with something in the house being broken. It used to usually be either my arm or nose. When I got diagnosed, Vaso seemed to draw even further away. I watched from the side lines as she went ahead and left me in the dust with no hesitation. She belittles me when I try to be stubborn and do things twice as hard as she does. She shuts me out even more so than other younger siblings seem to ever do, and she became short with me and I became short with her. The air shifted, the scales tipped. I don't know who she thinks she is, but she's not cool. I literally can't even say good morning to her.
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