Little rat

I am the oldest of three.

The is a baby sister, a middle brother and me.

As the oldest I take on most of the responsibilities.

While my youngest sibling, my sister handles most of the formalities.

However, the middle child; being my brother...

He has no are in the world, he is unique, and like no other...

I am my dads weakness, and often win any of our battles.

My sister is my mom's, and she knows just how to be my mothers annoying rattle.

But, with my brother, there is no hope.

for he is the middle child, the one that never feels bad to see no.

He is the one, that makes you laugh even when his jokes no sense.

The one who sees the rules as 'made to be bent'

And believe me when I say he can be irritating, and stubborn.

But that's how all middles kids are, that is their norm

Listens to no one and does whatever he deems right.

oh, and believe me when I say, with him you will never win a fight.

He is the weakness to my household, and can not be controlled.

But that's what he thinks, being the oldest I now how to make him cave and fold.

He is my first best best friend, and my partner in crime.

Without him, I don't think my childhood would have worth the time.

He stole my heart the minute he arrived...

And in that moment I knew what being a sister meant, how it is defined.