My sister was 3 years old when I was born. When my parents brought me home from the hospital, the first thing Beth* said was "Can you take her back to get her own mommy?" My parents laughed. They thought she was joking.

At my baby shower a few days later, Beth toddled up to my uncle and asked if he could take me out of my crib. "Why?" he asked affectionately. "Do you want to hold her?" She looked at him with what I imagine was a chilling stare and said "No, so I can put her in the street and a car can run her over." My sister seemed to be a budding sociopath.

A few weeks later, my parents received an envelope full of letters from a friend with the following note

I told the children in my class about how upset Beth has been with her new sister. I asked them to share their feelings with her.

For whatever it's worth, here are the results: do with them whatever you think is best.

Love, G

In case any of you struggle with similar issues, I thought I'd share some words of wisdom from a few of the kids in the 2nd grade class at Gerald Neary Elementary School, 1983.

*name has been changed to protect the guilty. Also, in case you were concerned, I eventually grew on Beth. There were some ups and downs (one particularly memorable down involves me being locked in a Murphy bed), but she's been my best friend for most of my life.

"I'm Writing Because You Don't Like Your Baby Sister…"

"I'm Writing Because You Don't Like Your Baby Sister…"

"I'm Writing Because You Don't Like Your Baby Sister…"

"I'm Writing Because You Don't Like Your Baby Sister…"

"I'm Writing Because You Don't Like Your Baby Sister…"

"I'm Writing Because You Don't Like Your Baby Sister…"

"I'm Writing Because You Don't Like Your Baby Sister…"

"I'm Writing Because You Don't Like Your Baby Sister…"

"I'm Writing Because You Don't Like Your Baby Sister…"

She claims she was trying to help me sit up