The only one: A privilege?

Earlier during the day, after I fruitfully paid my rather torturous duty as the mistress of ceremony (is there such term?), someone asked me about me in general and the moment she found out that I am the only child in the family, she had this look on her face, the one that reflected either ‘aaah..no wonder you quite manja..’ or ‘bet you never experience any difficulties throughout your life so you won’t understand my life’ kinda deal.

I get that a lot.

Actually, it is common for people to assume that an only child is sure to be hopelessly spoilt. I even once heard that some people who called themselves experts in things like this claimed that single child likely to be more aggressive, selfish ( maybe ‘cos we don’t have to go through over those silly fight over who gets to use the bathroom first, or who gets the bigger drumstick etc), socially inept, less successful in marriage (rather biased opinion for they think we are incapable of managing many heads in one room) , and so on.

So fictitious. But geez..people can say anything the like, right.

All my life I’ve been told that I am such a lucky girl for being the only child in the family. Not having to share anything, I mean anything, from clothes, books, toys and hell even love from my parents. The gem of the family. The light. The apple of my parents’ eyes.. (yeah am trying not to go overboard here..lol)

When I was small, people kept asking me if I wanted a little brother or a sister (I always think that people simply jealous of my single state..hehe).

I used to get all confused thinking of why should I have a sibling when I didn’t see any point in having any.My mom wanted to adopt a kid once, when I was in primary school, trying to take care of one Bosnian child but geez… if she really thought I’d let her do that, just don’t you ever call me Suria. Lol

Okay I want to tell something but just don’t tell anyone. This is going to be between you and me. Back then I always wanted a big brother. I remember asking my mom for one, and she said, with that smile on her face “Macam mana Ya nak abang sebab Ya dah besar.” Okay shoot me for asking, I was just six years old, gimme a break. I even had a name for my big brother but that would be a secret. Why a big brother, not a big sister? Well, I’ve always thought that a big sister is simply a pest. A pain in the a**. The one who would constantly nags you, loves to yell without specific reasons or envies you for being the one your father loves a bit more; things like that. My innocent, naïve mind always thought that a big bro would be so cool, protecting you from any kinds of trouble.

That was all. One of my fantasies as a small cute girl. But that thought of having a big bro only lasted for a few years. Maybe months, I'm not sure. Are you kidding? I prefer to have it all by myself. LOL.

Free from the pain of sibling jealousy. Okay hold up. Am not saying that I’m spoilt, far from it. One thing about me, I never fret over ‘What if I had siblings? ’ Never.

Fine. It may be true that an only child is spoilt, but there are a few occasions on which I wish there was a brother or sister to share problems, but when I solve my problems on my own, I tend to become a bit stronger and rational person, and actually it is better to spend more time in the company of adults than with my contemporaries. Well, that’s my opinion.

Like I said earlier, people can say/think anything they like.

Thing is, seriously, only a single child would/could understand what another single child feels. It’s true. I mean, come on. Just imagine. How in a world should you, the fifth child out of six siblings know the real deal?

You simply can’t. Never. Full stop.