Today in history...
Twenty-eight years ago today my little sister entered the world. I must admit that her arrival turned my world upside down. I had to make room for "the baby." She cried a lot at first, and she always wanted me to play with her. I really didn't want to all of the time. I was the put-upon older sister, too-cool by half, and annoyed by her whining.
However, as time went by and our parents divorced we became a tight little unit, she and I. She didn't really speak for a long time, but we spoke our own language and I translated her wants and needs to the rest of the world. I even chose her outfits for a while.
We have faced the unknown world of airline travel and layovers together as children, sat in weird children-only waiting rooms waiting for some mysterious airline employee to read off our names and escort us to our next flight. We've waited patiently as Amtrak tried to kidnap us and been embarrassed when Dad came walking up to the train, knocked on the baggage car door, and demanded the conductor relinquish his children.
We've faced a stream of step-fathers together, seeing each one come and go in his own time, and the addition of a much younger sister. We've giggled under the covers until she started her evil, maniacal laugh that always creeped me out. We've plotted and schemed, played in the mud, and screamed at bugs. All together. We've even seen the proof of the Kamikaze fly, who dive-bombed into strawberry jello, prompting a near-fatal choking on a corndog.
Nowadays she's my best friend and I don't mind her whining so much anymore. Our play no longer involves Barbie, and now involves shopping malls, but we still communicate in a special way. Nobody else knows what I'm thinking or what I will think quite like she does, and vice versa. We are opposite sides of the same coin. And, I love her 'cause she's my sister.
Happy Birthday Summy.
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