by Sasha Alex Sloan
If I had a sister I might be with her
Out at a bar talking ’bout a broken heart
If she was married it’d make me happy
I’d be by her side, she’d make a beautiful bride
She’d be my built-in best friend right around my age
She would know how hard it’s been ’cause we grew up the same way
People would say we look like each other
Got the same brown eyes as our mother
Someone who’s been there before
Caught sneaking in the same back door
Going back home would be a lot better
When our parents fight, we’d just smile
It gets lonely being an only child
If I had a brother a little bit younger
He might act tough every time I fell in love
He would be taller and help with our father
When we got old I wouldn’t have to do it alone
He’d be mybuilt-in best friend right around my age
Know he’d be a gentleman ’cause we grew up the same way
People would say we look like each other
Got the same brown eyes as our mother
Someone who’s been there before
Caught sneaking in the same back door
Going back home would be a lot better
When our parents fight, we’d just smile
It gets lonely being an only child
Hmm, hmm
It gets lonely being an only child
My Thoughts
As an only child, the lyrics of this song is spot on.
Not that I’m not happy as an only child, but I always had “what if” thoughts about having an older and/or younger sibling. I was always envious of other kids, or friends who had siblings, because they’ll always have a playmate when they get home from school and they’ll always have someone, either looking out for them or someone to look out for who’s not a parent.
I also longed for sibling fights where no matter how serious the fight is, they’ll still make up and talk to each other in the end because of course, they have no choice because they’re family. Then when they get older, they’re the only ones each can depend on, no matter what.
I know you can have that kind of relationship with friends, but for me, even if I have long time friends, it’s still different when it’s family. It’s something more special than just considering your friends as family. It’s one of the realities in my life that I have to accept.
Even if I have cousins who I grew up with, or even if I married into a big family and we’re all close, it’s all still different. I can never have what they have. Same thing, they can never have what I have. But they can be grateful, at least, for what they have. No matter how close you are to a family member who’s not your sibling, it’s all still different. And it truly does get lonely, at times.
I also just realized recently, when I have a child, they won’t have uncles/aunties and first cousins from my side.
Actually, I had an older sibling, an older sister, her name was Sharon. She was my half sister from my mother’s side. She died when I was 6 and she was 13, and we were raised in different places because she was left back home while my parents brought me to another country. She was supposed to move with us but unfortunately, she died unexpectedly. It’s something that changed my Mom forever.
Sad thing is, I don’t remember much about my sister. I was so young then and we didn’t get to bond that much because I lived abroad. I always imagine what and how my life would’ve been if she hadn’t died. She’s way older than I am so I’m sure that we wouldn’t really get into petty fights unless I get into my bratty mode.
My only clear memory about her was the one time we went home for a vacation, she had her arms spread wide open while waiting for me to approach her so we can hug each other.
I remember the morning my Mom found out. I woke up from her hysterical crying. It was in our bedroom and she was being held by my Dad and our family friend, my Dad’s officemate. They were trying to calm her down. After that, I don’t remember much. I just remember she left for my sister’s funeral and left me with my Dad and my Sri Lankan nanny, Malika. I know it took her a few months before she came back to us.
And then my childhood went on. I wasn’t able to grasp the concept of death at that time even if I have attended my Grandfather’s funeral before that. I didn’t understand the concept of losing someone you love just yet.
My life moved on as an only child, but I always wondered about how different my life would be if my sister were still here. I guess I’ll never know.