Jill Weatherholt

Writing Stories of Love, Faith and Happy Endings While Enjoying the Journey

Sisterly Love


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“Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five.” ~ Pam Brown

My sister, Jan, is three years older than me. Growing up, we had our share of sisterly battles. When the battles broke out, lines were drawn and our bedrooms were off limits to one another. It wasn’t uncommon to see handwritten signs taped to the door that read, “NO TRESPASSING, THIS MEANS YOU.”

After each battle, we’d eventually forget what we fought about, with the help of our mother. However, there is one thing my sister did that I’ve never forgotten. It involved candy, a sleeping bag and lack of oxygen.

It was a Friday or Saturday night and we had decided to have a camp out in the finished basement. We watched a few of our favorite televisions shows and devoured a large bowl of popcorn and then I got sleepy. About that time, my sister said, “Jill…I hid some candy in the bottom of my sleeping bag. Do you want some?”

Within a split second, I crawled head first into her sleeping bag. Next, I heard the sound of a zipper and then darkness. I remember I yelled for her to let me out, but I only heard muffled laughter. I kicked and screamed. There was no air. I was smothering.

What felt like hours, but was really only a couple of seconds, my sister unzipped the sleeping bag and my lungs inhaled the air. She laughed and I tore up the stairs to tattle on her. The camp out was officially over when I hung the “No Trespassing” sign on my bedroom door and crawled feet first, into my bed.

Today, my sister vaguely recalls the night she almost suffocated her only little sister. I can laugh about it now because I know she was only playing. However, I do blame her for my claustrophobic tendencies that I experience today. Thanks, Jan. You’re still the greatest sister!

Did you battle with siblings, cousins or friends?


Author: Jill Weatherholt

My name is Jill Weatherholt and I’m a writer. I have a full-time job, but at night and on the weekend, I pursue my passion, writing. I write modern stories about love, friendship and forgiveness. I started this blog as a way to share my journey toward publication and to create a community for other new writers. Raised in the Washington, DC area, I’ve lived in Charlotte, North Carolina since 2004. I hold a degree in Psychology from George Mason University and a Certification in Paralegal Studies from Duke University. My first book, SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE, published by Harlequin Love Inspired released on February 21, 2017 and is available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.com. I was the first place winner in the Dream Quest One Short Story Contest in the Winter 2014-2015 competition. In 2014, I placed second in Southern Writers Magazine Short Story Contest. I was also a top ten finalist in Southern Writers Magazine Short Story Contest in 2012 and 2013. I’m a 2010 and 2012 winner of the NaNoWriMo Contest. I love to connect readers, visit me at jillweatherholt.com

128 thoughts on “Sisterly Love

  1. I have some similar feuding sister stories, but mostly it was Heidi and I versus our older sister. Heidi and I are only about a year and a half apart, whereas my old sister is 6 years older than me. I still remember the time Heidi and I were playing with our walkie-talkies, and we discovered we could hear everything our older sister was saying on the phone, so we would write it all down and hand it to her. At first she thought we were listening at the door, but when she found out what we were doing, she tried to get our parents to intervene, but they thought it was funny. πŸ™‚

    I’ve had similar situations with getting trapped the wrong way in my sleeping bag before, and it was terrifying.


  2. It sounds like you had some great times when you were young, Jill. πŸ™‚ But, yes- that does seem a likely cause of your claustrophobia. What a nightmare! I did have a younger stepsister, but she died, aged just 40. We were never close and I have plenty of regrets.


  3. That’s a scary thing. I am sure similar things were done to me by my brothers. Thankfully, I don’t remember them, probably because the lack of oxygen gave me permanent brain damage! πŸ˜‰ It’s great that you guys still have a good relationship. So much happened through the years between my brothers and me that I unfortunately cannot say the same about our relationships now. I have no idea where either of them are anymore which is just the way it is.


    • I’m sorry to hear you and your brothers are estranged, Patsy. Hopefully you have a few good childhood memories with them. Yes, I’m very blessed to have my sister. We’ve always talked about living together when we’re old and the men in our lives are gone. I don’t know why we assume we’ll out live them. πŸ™‚


      • Thanks, Jill, but it’s really okay now. It was hard when my dad passed away in 2009, but God has healed me in His time. That is so great about you and your sister’s dream. It does seem like most of the time the woman does outlive the man. I can’t imagine living without George, though. He’s my best friend. πŸ™‚


      • That is so nice to hear, Patsy. I would venture to guess that George feels exactly the same. πŸ™‚


  4. Of course. We were awful to each other. At one point we divided our bedroom with tape. I didn’t get the door. I would have to go out the window and enter the front door for breakfast. I was good with that because my theory was if the bear went after us he would see her first. Survival baby!


  5. My sister still tells tales of how I psychologically abused her when we were kids! πŸ˜„


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