This is very true. My brother and I are the normal ones in the bunch.
Possibly who primarily raised whom played into it.
I was dad’s constant little sidekick, whether riding horses, shooting, hunting, fishing, baling hay or slaughtering our livestock.
My sister was a spoiled Mom’s Barbie Doll who was disgusted by his “hillbilly ways”, who never did any of the above.
She married rich and got far away as fast as she could.
And I, totally not mom’s delight, am still here doing everything I can to take care of her.
Life is weird.