The case was long ago. At that time, my sister and I did not leave the parent's nest and lived in peace and love, because the age difference was quite large (10 years). So at that time my sister was about 17 years old (well, and I, respectively, about 7), the very time when everyone starts seriously dating. This did not bypass my sister, which, objectively, is a pretty girl. But there was one strange tradition - it cost her new boyfriend at least for 5 minutes to come home to us, as after a few days they separated. And I’t say we had a bad family or house, no extremes, a decent home, good, good parents. There was only one “but” – I! I grew up as a fairly sociable boy and never missed the moment to talk to a newly-cooked friend. And I loved to tell about my sister, namely how after her smells in the toilet or how she ate the sausage that fell on the floor, and the other gesture of living together. And they all listened with interest and laughed even at the time, and I was still hot and hot... This is how I put my sister, although I loved it very much.



By the way, the sister still found a husband and has been living in a happy marriage for 5 years. I recently told her about my childhood habits. He replied, “If you knew how many fools you saved me from.”