Style Discrimination
I belong to a giant family and we all live under the same roof. You would think a family this giant would bicker all the time. Not in our case. We are really close and a particularly loving family. Everyday when we get together for a meal it’s as if it is’s a get together with good friend having a party. With such a large amount of people around all of the time there’s always a lot of food. There are fifteen of us living under the same roof not including youngsters.
I share my room with 2 other sisters. Of us three I’m the youngest. Financially, my family is very well off and we do not actually have to struggle to afford anything. The only drawback is our need to share rooms. My grandma follows this philosophy that sharing rooms with your siblings will help you build a better bond with them. This is the rationale why I was compelled to share my room. My oldest sister is thirteen years older than men, and two years older than the other sister. Clearly, both sisters often bully me since I am so young, or often just ignore me. Naturally I wouldn’t say they don’t love me, they do but often don’t treat me like an adult. Both my sisters are very close and share many strategies with each other that they keep from me.
The fact that my sisters treat me like this annoys me. I challenged my mum about this and she instructed me to talk to my sisters. I listened to her recommendation but my sisters just decided to ignore me like common.
One day, to my surprise, my sister purchased me a Prada handbag, which is a great gesture. I was super happy to see that my sisters were finally beginning to see me as a grown-up. Prada is a very adult handbag and I was awfully grateful for it. My sister would buy all the older family members Prada bags and I finally got mine! However, I soon realized it was actually a copy Prada bag.
This caused me to feel hideous. Part of me wanted to confront her and throw the replica Prada in her face. But I forced myself to calm down. I determined to do nothing and noiselessly went into my room to take a short nap. When I eventually awoke the negativity was gone and I took another glance at the duplicate bag. It dawned on me the duplicate Prada actually looked exactly the same if not better than the first. Additionally, no-one had to know that it was fake to begin with.
Although I hated the discrimination from my older sisters, I decided to look on the positive side of things and simply enjoy the new bag even though it was regarded as a copy. I realized my eldest sister was happy to see my happy about it. After a while it was made public that all of the bags she bought were replica Prada. Well, who knew? They looked so real.