I want to tell you a story. When I was little, hell now as well too, I was really talkative. I had two spectrums on a car ride with my family, anywhere, no matter the length. I was either talking my brains out or sleeping like a rock. On a lucky day it was sleeping. But on other days, I was just so excited to be where I was or so annoyed that it was taking so long to get there. I had a phase that I went through when I wanted to rehash everything and anything that had ever happened to me ever. Except I didn't know how to say remember. It was "renember when I did this" or "renember when you" renember, renember, renember. I remember my sister getting so mad at me that I couldn't say remember properly. But to me, I was right and there was no backing down. It was renember. I was sure of it. But to my dismay, only weeks later I realized that alas, I was wrong. But I stray from the point. The point of this story is that my family would usually just listen and smile and nod, even when I went off on undistinguishable tangents that made no sense in the slightest. These are some of the happiest times I can remember. Sure, my sister and I didn't really get along, at all, when we were little. But then a time came when I stopped caring about what everyone around me thought and my sister stopped being a stuck up biatch (to put in bluntly, sorry Sare). We are closer today than I ever thought we were going to be. But again, I stray. I am lucky to have the immediate family I have.
I have two great parents who are more fun, more loving, more understanding, more everything than I ever thought two people could be. My sister is one of wakiest, smartest (when she wants to be), most loving, independent, dependent, bug drivin, teaching fiend you will ever meet. She's a storm and you can't help but be taken with her. I watching her the other day when we were out at a restaurant, and she was going to the bathroom and of course had to pass the entire place to get there, and it was so amusing for me to see every single head in the place turn to her and watch her too. There is a sense of pride I feel when we go out and I see people get taken with her. Just that "yeah, we're related" type thing. I'm so proud of her and how far she's come and where she'll go. All I'm saying is that you better watch out, because when she swoops in and steals your heart, you can't say I didn't warn you. That's how it is with my family. We have our ups, our downs, our in the middles, our periods of contents. But no matter where we are, I always flash back to those early days in the car. And when I think back on all the highlights in my life, they were a part of every single one.
We aren't a perfect family by any means. But we are to each other. And I can't help but feel that there was little luck involved. I would still like to believe that some stork dropped me off in this family. This family of no boundaries, bad table manners, crude humor and most of all never ending love. I can't help but feel a sense of pride when we are all together and just sitting. None of us are talking, but just sitting. Some sleeping, reading, writing, staring, but each still in tune with the other. I am lucky. Plain and simple. I have nurtured that luck, stretched it, loved it, discarded it only to gain it back seconds later. I hope that everyone else feels this at least once in their life. And if you don't, just know that its out there, and take that as a hope. Not everything in the world is bad, no matter how true the bad may ring each day. There are families like ours out there. Simply, we are a family of mutts, all brought together by some stroke of lucky fate.
I have two great parents who are more fun, more loving, more understanding, more everything than I ever thought two people could be. My sister is one of wakiest, smartest (when she wants to be), most loving, independent, dependent, bug drivin, teaching fiend you will ever meet. She's a storm and you can't help but be taken with her. I watching her the other day when we were out at a restaurant, and she was going to the bathroom and of course had to pass the entire place to get there, and it was so amusing for me to see every single head in the place turn to her and watch her too. There is a sense of pride I feel when we go out and I see people get taken with her. Just that "yeah, we're related" type thing. I'm so proud of her and how far she's come and where she'll go. All I'm saying is that you better watch out, because when she swoops in and steals your heart, you can't say I didn't warn you. That's how it is with my family. We have our ups, our downs, our in the middles, our periods of contents. But no matter where we are, I always flash back to those early days in the car. And when I think back on all the highlights in my life, they were a part of every single one.
We aren't a perfect family by any means. But we are to each other. And I can't help but feel that there was little luck involved. I would still like to believe that some stork dropped me off in this family. This family of no boundaries, bad table manners, crude humor and most of all never ending love. I can't help but feel a sense of pride when we are all together and just sitting. None of us are talking, but just sitting. Some sleeping, reading, writing, staring, but each still in tune with the other. I am lucky. Plain and simple. I have nurtured that luck, stretched it, loved it, discarded it only to gain it back seconds later. I hope that everyone else feels this at least once in their life. And if you don't, just know that its out there, and take that as a hope. Not everything in the world is bad, no matter how true the bad may ring each day. There are families like ours out there. Simply, we are a family of mutts, all brought together by some stroke of lucky fate.
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