{"id":9510,"date":"2013-04-10T21:46:23","date_gmt":"2013-04-11T05:46:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=9510"},"modified":"2013-04-11T02:40:53","modified_gmt":"2013-04-11T10:40:53","slug":"family-part-iii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/family-part-iii\/","title":{"rendered":"Family: Part III"},"content":{"rendered":"

My youngest sister is an anomaly in our family: she is a blond bombshell. \u00a0I 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<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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 \u00a0years of neglect and abuse by her mother. Being raised by a father in his 80’s must have been hard for her.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

Now that our dad is gone, my little sister is on her own. Tennis and their brother, the Weightlifter<\/a>, keep their\u00a0distance\u00a0from her. They don’t like responsibility.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"