Siblings can be fun to have. Even though I have said numerous times that I wished I were an only child, I really don’t mean it. I would be so bored without my little sister. She makes me laugh and occasionally makes me food, so I’ll definitely keep her around.

Age-wise, I’m the older one, by a little less than three years. However, if you met the two of us, you would probably assume my little sister is the older one. She is taller than me and has an older looking face. Standing at 5-foot-nothing, with the face of a 12-year-old, it does not surprise me that people think my sister is older. I’ve been told I will appreciate looking young when I’m older; well, right now I hate it. I am a sophomore in college and I look more like the sibling that should be in high school.

This makes me the “big-little sister.” I have actually been referred to like this, so that makes it all-the-more official. The first person I heard call me this was my sister herself. The phrase stuck, so I was forced to accept my role as the little-big sister.

I pretty much assume that everyone thinks my little sister is the older one. People usually just ask because they are not sure and there is always a look of shock on their face when I raise my hand and say I am older.

I may look younger, but there are a few things my sister has to keep in mind, I was still born first. I am actually the older one, which gives me a little bit of seniority. However, for all of you older siblings out there that have “Oldest Child Syndrome” like me, you know that more often than not, your little siblings get their way. But, I still like to play the “I was born first” card sometimes.

Also, I will always watch out for her like a big sister would. I may be small, but if anyone messes with my sister they better be able to run fast because I’m not someone you want to mess with.

And no matter how much it annoys me that people always assume I’m younger, I love being the little-big sister.