3 girls and the backseat of a car

I was getting gas today and I saw a lady trying to herd 3 kids out of the store and into the backseat of a Kia Rio. Are you serious right now? They were girls. Pretty little girls that looked like stair steps. It took me back. So far back, because let’s face it, I am old. Being the oldest of 3 girls I immediately sympathized with the oldest girl who was telling her mama she was not getting into that backseat with those 2 brats 🤣🤣. The one who was obviously the “middle” sister was screeching at the youngest who was consistently poking her not even phased by all the racket. Their mama was just standing there with her eyes closed. Im not sure if she was trying to catch a quick nap, trying to make herself invisible or praying. Either way, I was amused. I am that oldest sister, and yes I’m sure I called my sisters brats once or twice. And the backseat thing..oh my. Daddy had a 2 door Chevy Cavalier that was packed tight once we all got in. And if my sisters weren’t talking to me they were touching me. Or laying over on me. And I could not stand it. I wanted to jump out the window, only the backseat windows didn’t roll down 🤷🏻‍♀️🤯. For 13 years I lived with one little brat. For 8 years I lived with two little brats. Brats who followed me around and constantly needed to know what i was doing and insisting they do it too. Those brats though, are my sisters and they are my heart. We all are the same but different. If that makes any sense. I would have stopped living a long time ago if I didn’t have them. You have to be me I suppose for that to make sense. I think differently than others. They are my lifeline. Even when they dont know it. And those 3 girls who are being pretty defiant about getting into that backseat have no idea that they are going to love each other unconditionally all their lives and there will be moments when they wish they were in that backseat again with nonstop chatter in their ear and a head on their shoulder. They will miss this.

And I have no clue when this gas pump stopped or what these people behind me are looking at, but I paid to be here. I’ll leave when I’m good and ready.