We have two older brothers and two younger sisters; Sam and I are in the middle, and I’ve always felt protective and closest to him.
My dad liked how January went with Jones. My sisters’ names are Jina and Jacey Jones.
The next day the two sisters went to the ball, and so did Cinderella, but dressed more magnificently than before. The King’s son was always by her side, and his pretty speeches to her never ceased.
My sisters and I are very hands-on with our collections. I am really passionate about kids’ clothes.
On my mother’s side, I’m English, so that’s where the freckles come from. On my father’s side, I’m German, and he has the fantastic olive hues… I was given mum’s skin, whereas my brothers and sisters were given my dad’s skin. I do tan up quite well, but it takes me a bit longer.
Saudi men have sisters, mothers, and wives, and in my working experience, I have had tremendous support from Saudi men. I really don’t think that Saudi women are oppressed or abused.
My mother and her five sisters have always been living examples of the great love that can exist among sisters – and in a large family.
We want to be brothers and sisters. We want respect and equality. Simon Bolivar, our father, said a balanced world – a universe – a balanced universe in order to have peace and development.
We’re all a big hippie family so I got five sisters and a bunch of different mothers. Not really, but my sisters’ mothers are all good friends with my mother. We’re a big family, 25 people.
I grew up in Tennessee, where no one was really hairy, and with sisters who were so beautiful – my little sister was a pageant girl. But me, I was this weird-looking hairy child. I had more than just a unibrow; I feel like I had a mustache, a goatee.
Rock ‘n’ roll offered me a platform to speak what I felt. It also offered me a platform to support my mama and my brothers and sisters – twelve children.
Randomly enough, my older sisters went to a makeup school when they were younger, so they’re all really good at it. They’ve always told me that ‘natural is better.’
My father always told my sisters and me that once you succeed, people will automatically be quiet. And he was right.
You know full well as I do the value of sisters’ affections: There is nothing like it in this world.
Dear sisters and brothers, I am not against anyone.
I can still hear my mom’s voice echoing through the house, reminding me and my siblings to ‘Make your beds!’ It seems like such a small thing, but when you’re one of 15 brothers and sisters like me, those small reminders about the importance of discipline and order are critical.
I have two sisters, and we are the best of friends.
I lived in New York until I was eleven years old, when my mother left my two older sisters and my father. My mother is 90 percent blind and deaf. She left and moved all the way to California. So I left my two older sisters and my father behind at the age of eleven and moved cross-country to take care of her.
Egypt was tough without our parents. My brothers and sisters had to work day by day, and every time they collected a pay cheque, they brought it into the house and put it on the table. That’s how we lived.
I was lucky I always got along with girls. It was never like a big deal. I had a lot of girls that I was friends with that I wasn’t sexual with. I think having two older sisters made me comfortable like that. I just like people, so I can just go up and say whatever.
Let’s face it: Most of us don’t realize it, but we are failing our kids as reading role models. The best role models are in the home: brothers, fathers, grandfathers; mothers, sisters, grandmothers. Moms and dads, it’s important that your kids see you reading. Not just books – reading the newspaper is good, too.
Patrick Wilson is my brother-in-law – we married sisters.
My mum was a music teacher. I’ve got three sisters, and we all played instruments when we were kids.
My mom used to work two jobs to take care of me, my brothers, and my sisters. She worked hard to take care of us. Back in the day my mom was actually a dental assistant.
When I was 15, I was not living with my parents anymore. They were on an island in the Caribbean and I was back in Paris, where I lived with my sisters between 15 and 19.
It’s an interesting point about sisters not getting the same attention as parents and children, and even brothers. I suspect it’s just because women didn’t count that much and weren’t the ones writing the accounts.
One of my sisters is physically and mentally handicapped. She took a lot of my parents’ attention, so I grew up in my own world, playing in my room for hours and hours.
As a kid, I loved watching it. I used to watch with my sisters and my brothers. We watched WWE all the time.
I have seven brothers and two sisters, so there was always a little friendly competition in the house. I don’t think that’s anything unusual with that many siblings.
I consider my mom and all my sisters my friends.
My house was filled with music. We had a piano, and my brothers and sisters played instruments. Even though I was around it, I played basketball.
Boys tell me they have shared my pictures with their sisters to inspire them, and that makes me happy.
I’ve played so many moms, best friends, sisters and understanding people.
Having nine brothers and sisters, you have to stand out. In order to get on the stage with me and Shawn and Marlon and Keenan and Kim, you have to be funny. We’re not going to let you in the conversation.
I was really raised by three women – my mom, and I have two older sisters, one nine years and one 11 years older – so I’m happy to have that many women in the house.
For many years, our Messianic Jewish brothers and sisters have paid a great price. Other Jews have rejected them, and the Christian church would require they walk away from their traditions to fit into the Gentile culture. We must face these past wrongs.
Goofy was the word that was used most often by my sisters because I’ve been this tall ever since I was 12 years old.
With New Edition it would get to the point where kids would have their New Edition posters; say like it was in a household of sisters. Each sister would have also have an individual poster of the member of New Edition that they liked. Now that’s star power.
I was brought up with beautiful music – Nat King Cole and Glen Miller from my dad, and my mum loved Judy Garland and Doris Day – brilliant stuff. Through my brothers and sisters I heard David Bowie and The Specials, The Carpenters, Meatloaf and The Rolling Stones.
It makes me sad when I find sisters who aren’t joyful. They might smile, but with just a smile they could be flight attendants!
I’m always going to fight on behalf of my brothers and sisters.
Little boys are different from little girls, tend to develop more slowly, and are generally more stupid than their sisters.
I took the fear of marriage from my parents’ relationship, because I didn’t want to end up in a relationship like that, whereas my brothers and sisters learnt a lesson from it and made sure they didn’t carry it on into their own marriages.
I grew up watching my sisters and seeing kids at the local mountain hit jumps. After I hit my first jump, I knew this was something I was going to pursue.
We lived on a potato farm my dad and three boys. My parents parted when I was young. My mother and sisters lived nearby, but not with us.
My two sisters and I had a very nice nanny at home in Morocco until I was 13. I remember my parents saying how she had insinuated herself into our family. They knew she would suffer when we broke away from her.
Our brothers and sisters in the trans community, they showed up to every one of our marriage marches when it wasn’t necessarily what they needed. So we have to be there for them, use our lessons learned in the marriage fight – how to win when it’s difficult, how to change minds that are difficult to change.
I was brought up by my mother and my two sisters, although they’re older than me and fled the nest very young, so I was technically raised as an only child, but I was very much loved.
I do feel like I’ve missed out a bit because I was really close with my sisters when I was at home. It must be weird for them but they cope really well.
I always loved putting on shows – when you’re the youngest of seven and five are older sisters, you’ve got to get noticed somehow! I did puppet shows and magic shows… even ventriloquism. My doll’s name was ‘Dan,’ and I used to write these scripts, and my schoolmate hid under the table and supplied Dan’s voice.
When I think of sex symbols, I think of posters my two sisters had on their bedroom walls.
Sisters, we as women are not diminished by priesthood power – we are magnified by it. I know this is true, for I have experienced it again and again.
Ever since I was really really little, I was just singing all the time. Like one of my favorite games when I was little would be to just have one of my sisters pick a title, and I would impromptu create that song.
The #MeToo movement doesn’t belong to Republicans or the Democrats. The #MeToo movement belongs to women who are having the courage to come forward and say this is wrong. People should be protected. We want that for all of our daughters and all of our sisters. We also want there to be rights for the accused.
