So many women are surprised to learn that their sisters are also their best friends, that they are not the ones who are always getting into trouble, and that they share the same struggles and joys. I am fortunate to have a sister that I have known since the age of ten, but I was always on the outside looking in so I never truly knew her. Her life was different than mine, but she was always so much fun and her life was full of so much joy and laughter.
I have many sisters, but I only have this one. I don’t know about you, but I’m not very good at talking about my sisters. I’ve never even told them about my mom or what she looks like. I’ve never really thought about all of the other sisters that I don’t even know.
When your mom is in the hospital and the doctor is telling her not to get out of bed she says, “Not much of a life if you don’t know who your parents are!” Aww, I guess you can say I’m a bit of a tomboy.
I don’t know about you, but my mom has never really talked about her sisters. I don’t even know who her sisters are. And when she was in the hospital, she was a zombie.
Ive heard my mom talk about her sister a few times, but not really about her. She didn’t really say anything about her sisters when she was in the hospital. When I was a kid I would listen to her tell her stories about her family, but I never really paid attention to what she was talking about.
Some of my best memories are about my sisters. I remember the first time I saw my little sister’s photo on a refrigerator in my dad’s house. I remember my mom telling me about how many years apart we were from each other, how I was all of that and she was all of that. I remember when I was about 5 or 6, my sister and I were playing with my brother and I had a big fight.
But that’s not the story that I remember. The story I remember is my sister telling me about her family in a diner and how she loved to cook. She would make her family sit at the table with her and her siblings while she cooked her family’s food. I remember thinking that was so awesome and I knew I could never be anything like that, but that’s not the story that I remember.
My sister was the first person in my life to make me question how I was going to live my life. I had always been the girl who lived on her own, lived off her own money, and lived on her own terms. I never questioned that I could be someone’s mom or my big sister or my brother’s girlfriend. I was just her little sister and I was going to do what she wanted to do. But after some time, I started questioning the whole idea of my life.
I guess, daughters are more of a challenge for me because my mom is a real workaholic. She worked a lot, she worked all day, she worked all night, and she worked on her relationship with her husband. She was a really great person, but she was also a workaholic. She was not a happy person. She worked because she needed money.
That being said, I think that it would be a bit more satisfying if I got to enjoy all the benefits that I receive from my mom’s work.