Because of the accident my sister will probably loose an eyebrow. We're not sure yet, as the bandages have yet to come off and the wounds haven't healed. Sure, you and me would think it's just an eyebrow. But for my sister her looks are her world. She's devistated by it and claims she'd rather die than live on with even a partial eyebrow. And now she's crying downstairs.
Sure, I'm grateful she's still alive but there are times when I just want to knock some sense into her. It's not that I hate my sister, I just hate her vanity. But on the other hand I'm the "sensible" older brother, I'm supposed to love and care for my little sister. And I do, but it's all so friggin' conflicting!
Is it normal for one to sometimes have the urge to kick the living crap out of one's sibling?

It's just that I never want to be able to say: "I love my family, but..."

I hate "but"'s...