Life with the sister was definitely different. There were no longer quiet moments to share, relaxing outings with my parents or unbroken sleep during the night. Music played and vacuums ran continually, loads of laundry were done, partly because the sister leaked at both ends, but also so she could be sat on the dryer in another vain attempt to quiet her. The center of my parent's universe had shifted to circle around the baby. All activities were done to placate her, and nothing was ever done without first considering how it would affect her, because there was no other consideration in the world but whether or not it would make her cry.
     When Christmas came, we all loaded into my parent’s car to spend the holidays with my mother's family out of town. When we...

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