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?
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?