My aunts told wonderful stories. Not to me, but to each other. We had a very strong family. My mother's sisters loved each other intensely. The uncles loved each other intensely.
I have a very close family. I have four older siblings: two brothers and two sisters.
There is a level of appreciation for brothers and sisters in the hood.
There can be no situation in life in which the conversation of my dear sister will not administer some comfort to me.
I'm the oldest and I've got two sisters.
I do have a sister - I have two sisters.
Beloved, you are my sister, you are my daughter, you are my face; you are me.
There is no better example of an older brother's love than that exhibited in the life of Hyrum Smith for the Prophet Joseph Smith.
My siblings' first songs in Bollywood - 'Baabuji Zara Dheere' and 'Saawan Aaya Hai' were huge hits. There is no rivalry between us, and we love and support each other.
I grew up with older brothers, adore them, can't imagine going through life without them, and I definitely think I draw on that love when I'm writing about siblings. It's so powerful, the jump-in-front-of-a-train-to-protect-them kind of love.
I've got two older sisters who I'm very close to. And my son's grown up with a big sense of family around him.
It's hard to be responsible, adult and sensible all the time. How good it is to have a sister whose heart is as young as your own.
I have two younger sisters, and during those first four years when I was in Argentina, I wasn't around to see them grow up. It was very hard for all of us because missing out on that period and not seeing them grow up was tough for me.
My brother gave me my first records when I was about 3 or 4 years old, because he bought a lot of records. And he was very nice because he gave me the records he thought I'd like more.
A brother is dear whatever his faith.
People across the country think I'm jealous of my dear, beloved, sweet, angel sister. But there is no-o-o-o jea-ea-ea- lou-ou-ou-ou-sy-y-y-y. I love her too much.
Certainly, people can get along without siblings. Single children do, and there are people who have irreparably estranged relationships with their siblings who live full and satisfying lives, but to have siblings and not make the most of that resource is squandering one of the greatest interpersonal resources you'll ever have.
I think my best memory was taking my baby sisters trick-or-treating for the first time.
Dedicated to my brother Richard with all my heart.
I remember, in school, writing Janet Jackson and Michael Jackson and asking them to come get me out of class. I would imagine them running down the hall and asking my teacher, 'Ms. Daniels, can we get Missy out of class? We're here to see Missy.'
Brothers are a blessing for one thing. There is no possibility of any young lady getting unreasonably conceited if she be endowed with them.
Every parent craves for a child, and once their wishes come true, they feel that it's not possible for them to love anyone more that the first born. But the fact is, after you have the second issue, the feeling is, how can I not love the kid?
I know you loved both he and I, the way a mother can love two sons. And no one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.
Daniel, my big brother, is eight years older. I'm lucky he didn't mind hanging out with his little sister and my younger brother.
As my brother and I get older and busier, I really cherish the time we spend together.
