FamilyMay 23, 2011
My youngest sister, aged 5 (I think). A whole week has gone by and I can't remember a single thing that happened. Anyway, I dedicate ...
My youngest sister, aged 5 (I think).
A whole week has gone by and I can't remember a single thing that happened.
Anyway, I dedicate this post to family- the people who are impossible to endure and most possibly the people on this planet you love most. Like how today my mom kicked me out of the car right outside my suburb and told me to walk home, because apparently she "CAN'T STAND!" being in the same vehicle as me.
Somehow after all my murderous thoughts trudging home, I realise I can't really conjure up any negative feelings towards the woman who makes sure I get dinner every night- no matter where I am- and picks me up at 6 in the morning after a night of clubbing, just so she can sleep knowing I'm home. The lady who taught me how to add, multiply, and avoid clingy boys and took me to my first art lesson, piano lesson and science enrichment space workshop. (I'm cool like that.)
It makes me realise how much my family affects my actions and motivations to be a decent person. My youngest sister, who manages to get sharpie on my carpet and declares every second day that she hates me and that we are no longer best friends, always shows me the latest picture she drew- most times of a fairy standing underneath a rainbow.
It makes me wonder what it'll be like when she grows up and sees, feels the things that I am so thankful for now.