A Little Bird Named Robin
We were born 35 months apart, yet a whole lifetime. We are so different, yet so much alike. She is a wonderful mother,a strangely erotic woman, a strong personality (much more so than me), and a great friend to those who take the time to break thru all her walls. Most of all, I love her. Who is this paragon? We have a tie stronger than time, blood. She is my younger sister, Robin. We have spent most of the last 10 years not talking, putting each other down and keep the anger alive. But recently during a drinking binge, which is a rarity these days since I got old and settled, we had occassion to speak. Of the past and how we had hurt each other, and of the love we have for each other and for 6 little kids. So we thought that we might try to get along. We are doing wonderfully, so far.
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Iremember the pretty little girl who asked for advice. And the secure young lady who gave me advie on guys, who picked my clothes (she has a better fashion sense) for my dates, and fixed my hair and makeup. I remember how she used to cover for me when I snuck out, and how she cleaned up when I got drunk and stupid, and the friend who used to drink with me. No, they are not all good memeories. Like the time she told me that no one wanted me and I was a no-good worthless excuse for a human being. And the time I told her she was a coldhearted backstabbing bitch. But those are the past, and in order to heal the present, the past has to be let go. Not necessarily buried, for a past buried is doomed to repeat itself. So I am writing this to let go of the bad memories. You know, it is sad that we lsot so many years. Because I honestly can't remember what we started fighting about. Or even the words that we said. But I remember the good times, and there are plenty of those.
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So, What's the Fucking Point?
Well, my point is, I love my sister, and I want to make my peace, bury the hatchet, mend the fence and all those other worn clich`e's. I want my sister to be my sister and my friend again. And on that note, I will close this little essay with one piece of advice. Words are just words. But family is eternal. Wwe can pick our friends, but our family is given to us. Make the most of it. Don't let hard feelings and angry words spoken inthe heat of the moment destroy the meaning of family. Love them and let them know you do. Because one day, they may not be there when you want them. Robin, I love you more than words can ever say, and more than you will ever know. Thanks.
