Life as an only child.

'Don't you get lonely sometimes?' is the question that i always get when people realize i'm the only child. Like as if my life is so incomprehensible because i don't have a brother or sister with me. Well, back at you.  How do you live with a brother at home? Do you have to wear your bra at home 24/7 because of him? Or if you have a sister,  do you and your sister do girly stuff like discuss about your boyfriends, tie each other's hair, and paint each other's nails? I think your lives are more incomprehensible than mine.

When people ask if i get lonely, 'I am used to it already' is the answer i usually opt for, but it isn't very true. I didn't have to adapt to this situation because it has always been this way for me. 

But sometimes i do wonder, what if my mom didn't have a miscarriage 19 years back. What if God did want me to have a sibling but things didn't go his way. What if some part of me malfunctioned because of this. The scary thing is, sometimes my mom would come rushing into my room and say, 'Yes dear, you called ?' When i said no, she would seem confused because she was very sure someone yelled out 'Mommy!' This scares me sometimes. But other than these, I think being an only child is pretty awesome.