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343/365 - April 12, 2009

I didn't have a match, so I used a lighter... which totally does not go with the theme unfortunately. Ah well, I'll add a story for good measure...


Let's see here...


My sister and I never got along when we were younger. Same old story of sibling rivalry. She's younger than me by four years, and I always believe that she got the upper hand on everything, and ended up resenting her a lot. It seemed, to me, that she never got in trouble, or at least, not as much. She made friends more easily, was invited to parties, and had no problem doing the extra curricular things. I even thought she was prettier than I was. Our Mother was concerned that we would grow up hating each other, and end up never speaking again once we had moved out of the house. There's this time I remember when I was 18, in college, and she was 14, a freshman in high school. I was in the process of purchasing my first vehicle from my Dad, and she had this idea that I was supposed to take her to school each morning since she was too "cool" to take the bus. I was already running late for my classes, and wasn't ready myself to walk out the door. So, she was following me around the house telling me that I needed to hurry up and take her to school because if I didn't, she'd tell Dad and I'd have the truck taken away from me. I basically told her where to go, which made her even more mad and caused her to start yelling and throwing a fit. I had enough of it, and slammed her up against the wall in the bathroom (we were practically the same size, I just was a little more muscular) and told her that I didn't have to answer to her, and she could run and tattle on me like the little bitch that she was being because I didn't give a shit, and she wasn't the boss of me. When I let her go, she grabbed her stuff and went to catch the bus. I was expecting to get and ear full when I got home from classes that day, but nothing was ever said again about the incident. I'm not sure if she even remembers it.


Nowadays, however, after I had moved out, and she and I didn't talk to much. It wasn't after I had my son, and after she had graduated from high school that we started getting along better. Especially now, after all the drama that we've been going though in the past year and a half, we're closer than we've ever been in our lives. She's one of my best friends, as I am hers. I'm so thankful that she's my sister, and I love her to death.


Next month, I'm to be her matron of honour, and I have no idea what I'm going to say for my speech. I tried working on it today, but I couldn't find the words. Hopefully soon, I'll be able to put something together that is meaningful and to let her know how much I love her.

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Taken on April 12, 2009