Sisterly Love

eleven months after i popped out of my mom, my brother decided to pop out. why the rush on my mom's part? well, maybe someone can ask her for me. time didn't allow me to realize the significance of another addition to our family. chance didn't allow me to adjust because my brother existed before i knew how to even walk and talk. that's how fast it all happened between my brother and i.

based purely on my childhood memory, i have to say i was one mean sister. all i can remember are the verbal abuse, physical fights and constant domination. i was always a stronger, healthier child - i just never got sick. my theory is that i pretty much took away all the nutrients from my mom's body and left my brother with nothing. so that makes me a bully even as a fetus in my mom's belly. some horrible things i remember doing off the top of my head: scratching his mole off from the back, breaking his glasses in half, spitting all over his face, dressing him up like a girl, putting make up on his face (couldn't resist his big eyes/long eyelashes), blaming him when i was the one that stole ten bucks from my dad, putting all the toys where my brother couldn't reach, kicking/punching him on a daily basis (though i have to say i was done the same), singing songs about what a crybaby he was. yes, it's horrible. please don't judge me. in my defense, im going to say i was probably jealous of him. it really is unfortunate that it took me ten years to realize how cute he really was.

i really don't know where the tipping point was but somewhere in our lives, we matured and decided to get along. not that we never got along while we were kids. after all, we were so close in age... we pretty much did everything together. just as much i remember the bad times than the good, some of my happiest moments are with him. but it really wasn't until the late teens that we started to appreciate one another. i look up to him for his amazing singing skills, his brutal honesty and his deep care for my family. he has his way of lightening up the mood and he can be quite an entertainer sometimes. i know i suffer a little from having two personalities but i've always felt that i can be myself the most around him.

so in case you were wondering why this post is all about him, it's because he's coming back home tomorrow! it's been way too long since my family has been united under the same roof.