My Family (second part)

My little sister is sixteen and she’s the kind of girl who is always doing something to make you smile. She’s so innocent and naïve at her age that sometimes it worries me she may be harmed. I’m worried about it because I see she suffers when someone gets mad with her or if she argues with someone. I’m afraid someday she misses her innocence or that she be influenced by her friends and stops behaving in the way she does. It is as I’d like to put her on a bubble and not let her go out. I know it sounds crazy but I just feel that I need to protect her from I don’t know what…
My older sister is older than me and she’s the kind of person whom I can always count with. I know whatever I need I can ask her. I know I can trust her and if I do something wrong she makes me see my mistakes. She is great giving advices but perhaps we have different points of view about life. She has lived surrounded by “the good things” and perhaps that’s why she’s so positive, and everything is ok, and she can see a wonderful future, etc., etc
And finally, my oldest sister is just exactly like Beth in Louisa May Alcott’s novel “Little women”. She is twenty-seven years old and she has no friends, no social life and she prefers staying at home doing the housework. She’s rather special. She seems to be quite fragile and I would say she lives in a bubble. She gets nervous if she has to talk to any stranger. Her voice starts to tremble and most of the times she tries to avoid these situations. She is so innocent and fragile, incapable to hurt anybody that she also worries me. I don’t know how to help her. In any moment she would have to face this world and it would be hard to get accustomed. It would be hard to deal with it. Besides, I’m worry about her future. What will she do when my parents don’t be with her? How would she manage by her own?. She’s so dependant from my parents that it also makes me feel angry about her attitudes.
Anyway, the thing is that sometimes I feel I am the big sister, the oldest one. Most of the times I take responsibilities that don’t concern me. Sometimes I had to act like the mother or father of my siblings; or like the sort of negotiator of my parents, and I realized I’m not enjoying my own life. I’ve been so busy trying to arrange these family’s issues that I never think about my own life. Perhaps it’s because I always thought if I didn’t do something, this family would have come down…