the sweetest thing
So, I know I sometimes rant on here about what despicable little brats my sisters are, bemoan how they don't respect me and in general fear that my love suffocates them.
My youngest sister, who is painfully talented at most everything and undeniably lucky besides being just a tad spoiled by my parents, recently turned 13. I've been feeling like she doesn't want to relate to me and doesn't appreciate me.
Today is Monday. My other little sister has school until tomorrow, and I wanted to do something special for her. Earlier this year she learned that she is allergic to a protein in milk products. It's not like being lactose intolerant. She can digest lactose, just not this other protein. So she can have only soy milk. The thing is, she really loves cheese. So I have been hunting for soy cheese, and it turns out that there is a health food store in Modesto that might carry some, and I need to go to the muni golf course there to buy a round of golf for my Papi's Christmas present. There is also a vinyl record store down the street from there, and since my 13 year old sister is really into music, I wanted to buy her a record.
About an hour ago I went into her room to gently wake her up and tell her we're going to Modesto today to buy her and Nene and Papi some presents, and she rolled over, fluttered her cute eyelashes and mumbled
"You don't have to get me a present, Divina. You give me presents every day."
I just about cried.
My youngest sister, who is painfully talented at most everything and undeniably lucky besides being just a tad spoiled by my parents, recently turned 13. I've been feeling like she doesn't want to relate to me and doesn't appreciate me.
Today is Monday. My other little sister has school until tomorrow, and I wanted to do something special for her. Earlier this year she learned that she is allergic to a protein in milk products. It's not like being lactose intolerant. She can digest lactose, just not this other protein. So she can have only soy milk. The thing is, she really loves cheese. So I have been hunting for soy cheese, and it turns out that there is a health food store in Modesto that might carry some, and I need to go to the muni golf course there to buy a round of golf for my Papi's Christmas present. There is also a vinyl record store down the street from there, and since my 13 year old sister is really into music, I wanted to buy her a record.
About an hour ago I went into her room to gently wake her up and tell her we're going to Modesto today to buy her and Nene and Papi some presents, and she rolled over, fluttered her cute eyelashes and mumbled
"You don't have to get me a present, Divina. You give me presents every day."
I just about cried.