As for me, I love them all.
There are five different fathers for the eleven kids my mother had. I have six sisters and three brothers. One of my brothers died when he was a baby (so four brothers in total). I’m the second oldest, with a sister who’s 13 months older than me. I don’t talk to any of my siblings regularly. We’re not that close. I say this because I’ve been around my friends and their siblings, and their interactions are like night and day compared to mine. Maybe some of the kids (not me) see each other as “half-siblings” and act accordingly. I don’t know. I hope not. As for me, I love them all.
