Why I love/hate being the youngest

My mother's shrieks were louder than my alarm clock. "Juiiiiiiii! It's way past 8am! You are running late for school!" My heart raced, and I jumped from the bed. "Maa, I have office from 10!" I shouted back!

With a shrug she replied, "Oh! It's all the "same" – school or office, but you are always late!" 

Talk about being the youngest in the family, this is just one of the many "tortures" I face. The fact that I am in my 20s and no longer attend school is something my family members still struggle to remember.

Being the "baby" in the family does have its pros and cons, let's take a look at some of them below:

You can auto learn things

If you are the youngest, you are bound to learn some things automatically from your siblings, such as when and why your parents get angry, when to steal achar (pickles) from the kitchen and when to sneak into the house after sunset. 

Love becomes an irritation

Whenver you try to act like an adult (probably because you are one, sigh), the relatives ruin it all by kissing you on the cheeks or pulling them and exclaiming, "Aww! Our little angel is all grown up!"

So much for personal space!

You get lots of food, lots of it

Your parents and siblings will always save food for you when you are not home. Also, you will always get the bigger slice of cake or pizza simply because 'she/he's the youngest, give him/her more."

You are always the victim of doubt 

As you are the youngest, you will always be blamed for breaking, spoiling or wasting things. 

When you may not even touched the air around that thing, still the arrow of doubts ticks upon you. Nevertheless, if you have actually soiled something, then a bummer is surely waiting. 

Let's face it, when you are the youngest, you will never be considered a grown up by your family members. So why not just give up and drown in the love and affection?