My nearest sibling was 10 when i was born but he lived with his father full time so he was like this boy that would visit every weekend. My closest sibling after that was 21 when i was born and lived overseas and visited for a year when i was 4 and then moved in with us for a year when i was 8. My oldest brother lived accross the street. They all feel like uncles to me if im honest. I have the closest relationship with my sisiter but it has been difficult because she has a lot of hang ups about growing up in poverty while I didn't mostly because of her help. I feel like she thinks I owe her something which maybe I do. It's mostly been lonely with a dash of intense panic when I consider that I'll lose my mom when im younger than all of them.