Mascara and Dirty Chins
My baby sister is fifteen (going on sixteen) years old. My baby brother is eighteen (going on nineteen) years old. I remember them being born. I changed their diapers, taught them how to walk, to talk.
I have three siblings. The oldest of my two brothers is a married man. We are only a year apart, so I grew up with him. We learned things together. There's nearly a decade between me and my youngest brother and twelve years between me and my sister. It's an entirely different kind of relationship. I'm not just their big sister; I took care of them.
Visiting my family in Long Island over the weekend was a surreal experience. My baby brother has facial hair. He has been experimenting with different styles and is currently sporting a goatee. It's a bit thin, but he's young yet so I imagine it will fill out. I told him he had dirt on his face and he started rubbing like I was serious. He laughed. Looking at him was so strange. He's always had the same face to me up until recently. I looked at him Friday and thought 'Jesus, who is this kid?'. He is taller than me, but that didn't really make a difference since most of my family is taller than me. His voice changed a long time ago and keeps getting a bit deeper every time I talk to him. I caught him playing Pokemon on his computer. His voice might be different, but when we started talking about what species a Mareep is supposed to be, he's still a little boy. He's into anime now and has very particular tastes. He likes explosions and action and no funny stuff. We talked about Bleach and Trigun. He told me that I was lame for not watching Afro Samurai. (I am.) This is the kid that used to beg me to get him Yugi-Oh cards when I went to Chinatown and loaned me his Gameboy (which was a huge deal for him!) so I could go to the Pokemon center and get him a special Pokemon. Conventions were the highlight of his year more than mine because I would come back and tell him stories about meeting Scara from Stargate or the voice actor for Ash from Pokemon and buying him something from the dealer's room. He never told me what he wanted but was always happy with what I got him.
My sister...good lord. Okay, first, she has boobs. Shocking, I know. I CHANGED HER DAMNED DIAPERS OKAY. She was at the mall with her friend when I arrived on Friday night. My sister. At the mall. With her friend. My sister hates shopping. She thinks the mall is lame. She has friends, but not the kind that hang out at the mall. Who is this person and what did she do with my sibling? She said that they mostly just walked around. She's got this emo bang that I teased her about for a little while, but it does suit her. I had the same kind of moment with her as I did with my brother, only I looked at her and thought 'Why does this girl have my face?'. Everyone tells us that we look alike, and we do, but for the two of us it has always been objective. We have the same shape nose and our eyes are pretty much the same color and shape. We saw the resemblance but didn't think it was all that close. Now it's fucking scary. My face is on her bone structure. I gave her some makeup that I had way too much of (yay free samples!) and told her I would show her how to put on the mascara without getting it inside her eye and she replied to the effect that she knows how to put on makeup. She puts her friends makeup on them and she does a better job than they do and she doesn't even have any makeup to practice. I learned to put on makeup by getting eyeshadow all over my face. I gave her at least three black mascaras (I have 4 more; free samples are for serious) and told her that she could do 'My Chem' emo eyes and she laughed. I had made her a hat and she loved it and walked around with it on her head for hours. In the house.
They both still get a bit excited when I bring them gifts. My brother is into posters and t-shirts now, so I will have to get him something at Otakon. I think my sister wants me to finish her Ham Ham collection, which is kind of adorable.
They aren't babies anymore and haven't been for a long time. I guess my brain has been refusing to acknowledge it.
I have three siblings. The oldest of my two brothers is a married man. We are only a year apart, so I grew up with him. We learned things together. There's nearly a decade between me and my youngest brother and twelve years between me and my sister. It's an entirely different kind of relationship. I'm not just their big sister; I took care of them.
Visiting my family in Long Island over the weekend was a surreal experience. My baby brother has facial hair. He has been experimenting with different styles and is currently sporting a goatee. It's a bit thin, but he's young yet so I imagine it will fill out. I told him he had dirt on his face and he started rubbing like I was serious. He laughed. Looking at him was so strange. He's always had the same face to me up until recently. I looked at him Friday and thought 'Jesus, who is this kid?'. He is taller than me, but that didn't really make a difference since most of my family is taller than me. His voice changed a long time ago and keeps getting a bit deeper every time I talk to him. I caught him playing Pokemon on his computer. His voice might be different, but when we started talking about what species a Mareep is supposed to be, he's still a little boy. He's into anime now and has very particular tastes. He likes explosions and action and no funny stuff. We talked about Bleach and Trigun. He told me that I was lame for not watching Afro Samurai. (I am.) This is the kid that used to beg me to get him Yugi-Oh cards when I went to Chinatown and loaned me his Gameboy (which was a huge deal for him!) so I could go to the Pokemon center and get him a special Pokemon. Conventions were the highlight of his year more than mine because I would come back and tell him stories about meeting Scara from Stargate or the voice actor for Ash from Pokemon and buying him something from the dealer's room. He never told me what he wanted but was always happy with what I got him.
My sister...good lord. Okay, first, she has boobs. Shocking, I know. I CHANGED HER DAMNED DIAPERS OKAY. She was at the mall with her friend when I arrived on Friday night. My sister. At the mall. With her friend. My sister hates shopping. She thinks the mall is lame. She has friends, but not the kind that hang out at the mall. Who is this person and what did she do with my sibling? She said that they mostly just walked around. She's got this emo bang that I teased her about for a little while, but it does suit her. I had the same kind of moment with her as I did with my brother, only I looked at her and thought 'Why does this girl have my face?'. Everyone tells us that we look alike, and we do, but for the two of us it has always been objective. We have the same shape nose and our eyes are pretty much the same color and shape. We saw the resemblance but didn't think it was all that close. Now it's fucking scary. My face is on her bone structure. I gave her some makeup that I had way too much of (yay free samples!) and told her I would show her how to put on the mascara without getting it inside her eye and she replied to the effect that she knows how to put on makeup. She puts her friends makeup on them and she does a better job than they do and she doesn't even have any makeup to practice. I learned to put on makeup by getting eyeshadow all over my face. I gave her at least three black mascaras (I have 4 more; free samples are for serious) and told her that she could do 'My Chem' emo eyes and she laughed. I had made her a hat and she loved it and walked around with it on her head for hours. In the house.
They both still get a bit excited when I bring them gifts. My brother is into posters and t-shirts now, so I will have to get him something at Otakon. I think my sister wants me to finish her Ham Ham collection, which is kind of adorable.
They aren't babies anymore and haven't been for a long time. I guess my brain has been refusing to acknowledge it.