On writing siblings
✧ arguments that start small (“stop touching my stuff”) and escalate into full-blown wars.
✧ insults only they’re allowed to use, if anyone else says it, it’s a declaration of battle.
✧ the way they can communicate entire paragraphs with one look.
✧ “I get the front seat!” shouted like a war cry.
✧ threatening to tattle just to watch the other squirm.
✧ grudges that last decades over ridiculous things (“you broke my Lego in 2009”).
✧ competitive eating, competitive walking, competitive breathing.
✧ defending each other even after spending the whole day fighting.
✧ hand-me-down clothes treated like cursed objects.
✧ the strange nostalgia of “remember when we both got in trouble for that?”
✧ subtle acts of love: saving the last slice, covering for each other, knowing when silence is enough.
✧ shared childhood trauma turned into inside jokes.
✧ “don’t tell mom” whispered with equal parts loyalty and threat.
✧ rivalry that fades into fierce loyalty once adulthood hits.
✧ secretly being proud of each other, but never saying it out loud.
✧ love disguised as annoyance, forever.
