Every time my sister and I get together we reminisce about the 'good 'ol days' and the funny moments you just can't seem to forget about.
Once such memory is talked about almost every single time. It's funny the things that stick out, isn't it? Last night we got to spend a rare evening together (she lives out of town) and it's always a great time to catch up and have a few laughs.
Back in Elementary school my parents used to leave the house at the butt-crack of dawn for work, so us kids were left on our own to get ourselves fed and off to school. We had explicit rules about WHAT to eat and HOW to eat it: Eggs in the microwave, or oatmeal, or cereal, orange juice, and ALWAYS at the kitchen table.
After having kids myself, I have NO IDEA how my parents managed to get us to do that, every single morning, when they weren't there. I truly don't. But we did.
One morning, my older sister, who was in Grade 8 at the time, had her individual student picture that day. Back then Grade 8 pictures was pretty important; your first year of high school was the set-up for your whole high school career. What you wore and how your did your hair set the tone for your next 4 years of social hell.
My sister knew this. And my sister took great care in her appearance that day.
During breakfast, something sparked an argument. Who knows what, really, because two sisters with only three years age difference, can scratch and pull hair because someone was hogging the bathroom too long. It doesn't matter what, you're going to argue about everything.
I prayed for my life.
But my sister, calm cool and collected, chose not to end my life with a one punch to the throat. She chose instead to hit me where it would hurt the most: She decided that my favourite shirt, which she owned in a different colour and happened to now be covered in an orange pulpy mess, would now be HERS. And without much of an explanation (she didn't need one), proceeded to take it off my back and claim ownership.
She deserved it. And it was either that or my life. I think I won. Barely.
I miss my sister. She should move back home.
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