My youngest sister is an anomaly in our family: she is a blond bombshell. I didn’t meet her until she was 16. One night, she asked me to help with her geometry homework. I was excited to get the chance to act like a real big sister! But the geometry problems seemed to be written in Chinese. I was horrified that anyone was expected to understand that shit. I tried finding a tutorial online but it was way beyond my limited Girlie Brain.
When our dad’s health declined, I slept at his house and got to know my sister better. I already knew that our dad had won custody of her after years of neglect and abuse by her mother. Being raised by a father in his 80’s must have been hard for her.
She told me abut the time her older sister, who I will call “Tennis,” read her diary when she was 14 and snitched to our dad. This caused a huge commotion, after which Tennis convinced our dad to put his daughter in a foster home.
Eventually, our dad changed his mind and let my little sister come home. When he was dying, she tenderly manicured his nails. He had always liked a good manicure, even a hundred years ago when I was a kid.
Now that our dad is gone, my little sister is on her own. Tennis and their brother, the Weightlifter, keep their distance from her. They don’t like responsibility.
I’m glad I had a chance to briefly bond with her. I think she’s a “survivor,” like I am apparently, often to my dismay. I hope so.
I know that’s a terrible story about your little sister but, vacant headed as I am, all I can think is that she has such ridiculously beautiful hair.
Madame Restora – Yep, she is more beautiful in real life, a young Britney Spears, I always thought.
Sweet young thing….just like her sister (as in “sister wolf”). Please don’t lose contact with her.
She has an “impish smile”. You are two very beautiful ladies – it’s great to have a sister.
I am happy to hear that you have a non-turd sister.
The other one is absolutely a piece of crap. I have an easy time believing she stuck the knife in the fairy princess sister.
Jealousy is a terrible thing.
Does Tennis know she is going to hell?
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Kellie – Not yet, but it’s a done deal!
Tennis sounds like a psychopath.
Hammie – Please never leave me, Hammie.
Ugh, Tennis and Weightlifter. She’ll be better off not having much of these two around!
Do they play tennis in Oxnard? What about in Hell?
She’s beautiful.
I love your family stories. You tell them so well even when they are kind of rough.
poor briteny deserved so much better than all that… but tennis is like a force of nature. like a sinkhole.
I’m a bit confused, though- you say she is on her own and that you briefly bonded with her. Can’t you have a relationship with her now?
Cat – Yes, but it’s limited by distance and by her lifestyle. She knows I am here for her if she needs me.
I love that you call one sister Clinique and one Tennis. I have two sisters, and only get along with one. My “Tennis” is “Rabid Badger” and I think she handled my parent’s estate similarly to the way Tennis is. I am having such a great time reading your posts. I can totally relate.
Rainbo – I hope that Rabid Badger will live to regret it.
Ah, fair enough.
Tennis and Clinique sound horrid.
Tennis Clinique sounds like a Williams sisters dad solution. Thx for the glog. I had a bad week of toilet humour, a man kicking door and saying get out motherfucker to reveal his sexual organs to me followed by a Japanese punk rock drummer doing the same thing to the tune of straight to hell. Discovering your blog has reopened the index of possibilities. I got a horse whisperer couch surfing with me next week – verbs nouns random that’s what I like about yer blog.