alles Gute zum Geburtstag
My sister Rachel turned 33 today. I thought she was turning 34 but apparently I can't count or figure out how old I am supposed be.
When my parents brought Rachel home I was uninterested. She cried, she pooped, and my mom dressed in her shirts that said "Girl" on them because she was a chub and people thought she was a boy.
Rachel and I walk to the beat of our down drums and sometimes those rhythms blend and sometimes they sound like cymbals crashing to the floor. I don't get to see her much because we live so damn far away neither of us are willing to move. But when we do get together we laugh and laugh some more.
My sister has crappy taste in music and is proud to let everyone know.
Happy Birthday, Chester! I miss you.
When my parents brought Rachel home I was uninterested. She cried, she pooped, and my mom dressed in her shirts that said "Girl" on them because she was a chub and people thought she was a boy.
Rachel and I walk to the beat of our down drums and sometimes those rhythms blend and sometimes they sound like cymbals crashing to the floor. I don't get to see her much because we live so damn far away neither of us are willing to move. But when we do get together we laugh and laugh some more.
My sister has crappy taste in music and is proud to let everyone know.
Happy Birthday, Chester! I miss you.