I Am a Sister
When we were kids and it was just my older sister and me instead of the seven other kids our parents ended up with, most of our things were shared or identical. We had matching Cabbage Patch kids sets, teddy bears and dolls from our grandma, heart earrings, dresses, etc etc. We both loved Cyndi Lauper. We both tried to do our hair in a side ponytail to copy our babysitter. Our parents expected us to hang out together outside with the same friends too, I guess, since everything else was supposed to be the same. We'd go off to the playground and areas around the apartment, and then split up.
I don't know where she went or who her friends were. I met my friends by the dumpster when I thought I found a Ninja Turtle com in one (probably just a calculator, but my child brain was sure that I found proof Ninja Turtles existed).
No one ever checked on us to see that we were okay and not causing trouble. I wasn't. Not sure about my sister. She was more of a troublemaker in her preteen years before she found religion. I always tried to be good. I don't really do anything exactly wrong these days, but to hell with trying so hard to be "good."
Grandma gave her cinnamon candy, and butterscotch to me. She wore more blue and I wore more red. She always liked Sylvester Stallone. I prefered Arnold movies. [i]Of course[/i] we didn't get along. 馃槉
She and I were always distant with one another. We still are. We almost never talk. It's amusing to me in a way because it's like so much effort was spent on trying to make us get along and be alike but the opposite turned out.
I don't know where she went or who her friends were. I met my friends by the dumpster when I thought I found a Ninja Turtle com in one (probably just a calculator, but my child brain was sure that I found proof Ninja Turtles existed).
No one ever checked on us to see that we were okay and not causing trouble. I wasn't. Not sure about my sister. She was more of a troublemaker in her preteen years before she found religion. I always tried to be good. I don't really do anything exactly wrong these days, but to hell with trying so hard to be "good."
Grandma gave her cinnamon candy, and butterscotch to me. She wore more blue and I wore more red. She always liked Sylvester Stallone. I prefered Arnold movies. [i]Of course[/i] we didn't get along. 馃槉
She and I were always distant with one another. We still are. We almost never talk. It's amusing to me in a way because it's like so much effort was spent on trying to make us get along and be alike but the opposite turned out.
