Sister Spat
I have a couple of amazing sisters. (I have an amazing brother, too, but this post is not about him.)
Ressis lives out-of-state now, with Oddball and Little Cousin and Little Cowgirl, and I miss all of them, so much, every day. But I miss Ressis for the inside jokes that we developed over the years. Some of them were before Auntie’s arrival into our family, so she doesn’t know them.
However, as Auntie has gotten older, she and I have become more like sisters. Because there is such a large gap between us (14 years), I have always been so much older and grown-up. Now that Auntie is 18, that gap has narrowed a little, and I enjoy it.
During church service yesterday, I was sitting between the Webmaster and Auntie. She was raiding my purse for the hard candy that I keep in there (I keep Gichan’s favorites – peppermints, spearmints, and coffee candy), and as she was taking her third piece of coffee candy, she whispered, “This is all your fault, you know.”
“What’s my fault?” I whispered back.
“That I’m addicted to this stuff.”
“Why is that my fault?”
“Because you started giving me coffee when I was THREE, that’s why!”
I pointed down the row at Obachan, who was sitting on the other side of the Webmaster and our mother. “Blame Obachan – she’s the one who got you hooked on that candy,” I pointed out. (Which is true.)
“YOU got me hooked on COFFEE,” she hissed.
I smiled. “I only did it so I could be the tallest,” I whispered back. Auntie has long complained that I stunted her growth with caffeine, and between us three sisters, I am the tallest (at 5′ 4″, so it’s not like I’m especially tall – I’m just not the shortest).
Auntie shifted her wad of candy into her cheek. “Jerk,” she muttered.
I am going to miss her when she goes to college next fall. Guess I’ll just have to mail her care packages of coffee candy.
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March 21st, 2011 06:59
For the record: I am not the shortest. I am 5’3″ and, according to Dad, I have a good inch and a half over Auntie (when we’ve stood barefoot back-to-back to determine this very thing). Haha!
I’m glad you miss me, it’s mutual. But in truth sisters are supposed to blame each other for stuff. It’s deflecting; women are good at it. You, and Captain too, bullied and bossed me when I was little (I vividly remember being sat on and locked in the garage by you, though not in the same day). Then Auntie showed up when I was nine and half and screwed up the rest of my childhood (I lost my room and my place at the dinner table because of her). So I can probably trace all personality flaws to one of you.
Love you! 😉
March 21st, 2011 07:30
You sound like my and my sisters!
March 21st, 2011 15:14
I used to raid my mom’s purse in church for Certs.
March 23rd, 2011 14:02
I can’t imagine what it would be like not having sisters.