So today was reasonably eventful. It was only reasonably so because tomorrow my family and I are going to Florida. I've had so much work to do. Work always makes me groan. Bad habit. But I know that if I want to be an Air Force cadet and a missionary to Uganda - yes, I do - then I must immediately remind myself in a work situation that it is necessary work. Sometimes I have to pretend that I have to clean my bathroom on a secret mission from the commanding officer.
When my sister and I were little kids, we would make believe that the president of the United States wanted us to have our room clean in exactly one hour, and we'd rush around and clean and clean and clean as fast as we could to get it done so that we could be rewarded with a medal of honor.
My sister and I used to be bosom friends. I was very susceptible to her because she's older than me. I remember at our old house we had a ditch in our backyard, and we built this plank into it. My sister and I would pretend that she was a princess, and I was the prince, and my little brother was the evil sorcerer. The evil sorcerer would force the princess to walk the plank into the pit of snakes, and I, the prince, had to save her. One day, I asked my sister if I could play the role of the princess for once. She said, "Of course, but not today, okay? I'll let you be the princess next time." So I agreed to be the prince once more. Every time we'd play, I asked the same question, and every time she'd answer the same way: "I promise, next time you will be the princess." Sometimes she had to bribe me, but mostly I just consented to be the prince for just one more time. Every time. And then we moved. And there was no more pretend pit of snakes.
And I never got to be the princess. And in a way I think that defines my whole relationship with my sister. I'm always getting gypped. Cheated. Conned. Decieved. Duped. Misled. Scammed. Tricked.
Used.
And there's nothing I can do about it. Because I love her a lot. Because she is my sister. No matter how many times she gets to play the princess. Because if I put myself in her shoes... if I only put myself into my sister's shoes... my feet would be too big for them.
EM
When my sister and I were little kids, we would make believe that the president of the United States wanted us to have our room clean in exactly one hour, and we'd rush around and clean and clean and clean as fast as we could to get it done so that we could be rewarded with a medal of honor.
My sister and I used to be bosom friends. I was very susceptible to her because she's older than me. I remember at our old house we had a ditch in our backyard, and we built this plank into it. My sister and I would pretend that she was a princess, and I was the prince, and my little brother was the evil sorcerer. The evil sorcerer would force the princess to walk the plank into the pit of snakes, and I, the prince, had to save her. One day, I asked my sister if I could play the role of the princess for once. She said, "Of course, but not today, okay? I'll let you be the princess next time." So I agreed to be the prince once more. Every time we'd play, I asked the same question, and every time she'd answer the same way: "I promise, next time you will be the princess." Sometimes she had to bribe me, but mostly I just consented to be the prince for just one more time. Every time. And then we moved. And there was no more pretend pit of snakes.
And I never got to be the princess. And in a way I think that defines my whole relationship with my sister. I'm always getting gypped. Cheated. Conned. Decieved. Duped. Misled. Scammed. Tricked.
Used.
And there's nothing I can do about it. Because I love her a lot. Because she is my sister. No matter how many times she gets to play the princess. Because if I put myself in her shoes... if I only put myself into my sister's shoes... my feet would be too big for them.
EM
posted by Meaningless. at 5/26/2006 02:16:00 PM
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