I have had several friends ask me, "Does your sister read your blog?" They ask in a hushed voice, as if my sister might overhear from 280 miles away. Sometimes they look around, even over their shoulder, as if my sister might be lurking behind a potted plant.
So I began to think, Have I portrayed my sister as the troll I called her? People will realize this was written from the viewpoint of a kid, right?
Maybe not.
If I had written the BABYSITTING story from my sister's point of view you would hear a whole different story. A story of a spoiled child who was up way to late and needed to go to sleep. It would tell about a bratty little girl who wanted her way and had no sympathy that her big sister didn't get a phone call from Mr. Right--who turned out to be Mr. Not Right--thank goodness--her real Mr. Right is so much righter. It would tell of the extreme patience an older sister had for The Brat who cried over nothing. It might even tell how she deserved to eat the chocolates in the kitchen, being put upon to tend such an annoying little sister. For free.
So, Sister dear, if you do read my blog, please know I love you. I have always wanted to do half the things you do so well but know I am destined to always be the bratty little sister, tagging along behind, whining and now writing it all down for the world to read.
Okay, the world isn't going to read it, but you know what I mean.
We're going to laugh at all these stories I tell of your life, interacting with my life, aren't we? Sis? We are, aren't we? Hello. Is anybody there. Sis?
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8 comments:
I can attest that she's not a troll, and I'm sure that she overlooked your brattiness at times. Baby sisters always hold a special spot in their big sister's hearts.
Love ya Auntie
I love reading about your sister and you... I always wanted a sister or brother but was grown before I got any and its just not the same.
I have often wondered if your sister has a blog and shares from her view :D
Its good that you can see things from more than one perspective! I know people who are still bitter toward family members from trivial childhood things, and they are miserable because of it!
Hey, I was the oldest babysitter sister, though my problem always was and has been spoling the young children. I once pretended I was drunk on water for my younger siblings while I babysat them and they still remember that evening. Hey maybe that will be my next writing about my babysitting experiences.
Ah, you were probably an angel. A funny angel.
And a great Artist! Wow those fushia pants were great! I want a signed original drawing...how much? Then one day I can go on Antiques Road Show and the announcer can spot the drawing and tell everyone about it and I will gasp and ahhh and ohhh about how much it is worth and then I will get freaked out about having to put extra insurance on it and having to keep it out of the sunlight...oh the headache with owning works of art but that is how life is when you have an eye for wonderful talent!
awhhh shucks, that was so schweet.
Dear Friends,
My sister doesn't blog. She sends an occasional email but that's about the extent of her computer experience--she does not loveth it like I.
I have to tell you I love it when you comment. I visit your sites often, not always commenting but always amazed at the variety of our experiences.
Colette--your fusha pants are in the mail. Ha ha. Not really but I've always wanted to say that.
Thanks to one and all for all the humor you share and let me--with my 4th grade wit--leave notes on your sites too. You are much loved.
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