I spent half my childhood with my twin sister in various childrens homes, until our auntmy mums younger sisterturned eighteen and took us in. She, along with her husband later on, became our true parents. I love them deeply and am endlessly grateful for everything theyve done for us.
On our eighteenth birthday, they brought us to a three-bedroom flat right in the heart of Manchesterone that once belonged to our own parents. It had been let out for years, but now our aunt and uncle suggested we sell it and split the money so we could both buy our own places. We thought the idea was brilliant. The flat was in good nick, so we got quite a bit for it. I had enough for a lovely two-bedroom flathad to take out a mortgage, of course, but paid it off within a year. After that, I started doing it up and buying furniture.
Our mum and dad were pleased that Id settled down, though they did worry about my sister. They were forever trying to give her advice about life. She wasnt in any rush to buy a flat, though. Instead, she splashed out on pricey gadgets, fancy meals, and holidays abroad.
Eventually, our aunt lost patienceshe told my sister shed have to move out if she didnt buy a flat before she spent all the money. My sister ended up unable to afford a place of her own with what was left and had to start renting instead.
By this time she had a boyfriend, so the two of them moved in together and began saving. I, for one, was glad my sister was finally sorting herself out. As for me, I got promoted at work, helped out our parents, went on holiday, and met a great guy I planned to move in with.
Not long after we started seeing each other, we all gathered at my place. My sister shared her big newsshe was expecting a baby. Then she launched into a long spiel about how difficult it would be for them to keep renting, especially now, with rents higher than most peoples pay packets. I couldnt work out where she was going with this until she turned to me.
Give me your flat, my sister said. Soon Ill have the baby, and youre living here on your own anywaywhats it matter to you if you move back in with auntie and she gets a spare room?
I told her, No. She burst into tears, grabbed her husband, and stormed out.
After that, she kept ringing me, hoping Id change my mind. But I didnt budgeId worked my socks off to renovate that place, paid for every last bit myself, and now I was supposed to just give it away?
She only had herself to blame for not thinking about her future.
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