#25th post

“your five favorite blogs”

hello!! i am here again! wow, just six more days before i graduate from this challenge!

okay so today, i’ll be telling you guys about your favorite blogs, but in reality, i don’t have five because i don’t really go on tumblr that often, but here they are.

blossomfully - she posts the best literary pieces (they’re fiction)

lunaractive - my alter ego *giggles*

theofficialsophiaerika - cause duh, she’s pia, and i like her personalized posts. post goals!

i forgot the name of the other blog i like, and after that, there is no more, so in actuality, i only have three lol.

so that’s it *laughs*. hopefully tomorrow, i can give you guys a better post, but for today, this is it.

Another night, another nightmare. Jinora had already gone back to bed once that night, crying herself back to sleep all alone. She should've gone and woken someone up but she didn't. It was already so much for her parents to deal with. Anytime Ikki or Meelo had a problem, they'd run to her parents without hesitation. And Rohan was still small enough that a cry meant one or both parents would go check on him. But she was the oldest. She was ten. 

Ten. Too young to be treated like an adult most of the time. Too old to be a 'little' kid (at least in her mind). Too young to be a teenager. Too old to be running to mommy and daddy. But just old enough to remember what happened to her and her family during the equalist revolution.  Old enough to understand. It was old enough to be scared, old enough she would never forget, but too old to cry about it. 

As the oldest it was her job to take care of her younger siblings. When their mother was looking after the baby and their father was at work, it was her turn. Really it was supposed to be the acolytes but Jinora took it upon herself to help out. After all, who better to chase around Ikki and Meelo, if not their parents,than another airbender, their older sister. 

It wasn't like she wanted all that responsibility, she just felt like she had to. Ikki and Meelo did, for a fact, look up to her in some instances. Not all the time, sometimes they flat out ignored her. But when things got tough it was the natural reaction of a younger sibling to turn to an older sibling. So if she acted like it was ok, like it didn't bother her, then she could be there for them better. And they would be able to get over it faster.

And It wasn't as if her parents  didn't already have a lot on their hands with her older two younger siblings, then the baby came. And with all the change going on her dad was busy at work, leaving her mom to watch the kids a lot. So she needed to be responsible and strong. The first nightmare was bad, but it wasn't the worst she'd had, so she managed to keep it under control. But the second one? It was bad.

I can't be trusted with them, really.

This is the second time I dropped some edible thing in a glass jar and it broke.

Last time, wine that was for my mom. Spilled everywhere.

This time, it was some frozen vegetable smoothie. Dad says I'm lucky it was frozen so that we could pick off the glass. I just noticed now that I must have cut a small part of my middle finger; there's a tiny amount of blood. I guess I deserve it. I really need to start being extra careful. Both times, I didn't even know. I just picked up the bags from Mom & Dad, not realizing that there was glass in them. Accidents, but why is that both times that it was glass, I just suddenly got extra clumsy?

T.T

[Edit] 10:18 PM

I just told Mom and she said I could throw it away.

In the end...she doesn't even want it.