sisters
I never knew how much I loved her until she left. I'm not sure I want to see my youngest sister leave in the same way.
Please read this, because it would mean a lot to me.
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When when my two sisters and I were younger, we used to sleep in the same queen size bed because we shared a room and we were scared to sleep on our own beds. We used to talk and laugh all night. Our dad would knock on the wall next to us because we were loud and we would quiet down because we didn't want to get in trouble. But seconds later, we'd be laughing and talking again. Our dad would come into the room and yell at us, then we'd go to sleep. We also used to wrestle each other on the bed. Of course, I would get beat by my younger sister---we call her Birdie. And the youngest sister---I call her Noochie---would always stop before she got hurt. Those were the good old days.
As we grew up, we grew apart. I wish we never did, because I miss those old days when we all used to sleep on the same bed and talk. Sometimes, I wonder if they miss those old days as much as I do. Maybe they just don't understand that the littlest things will mean so much in the future. I wish it didn't end so soon. I wish we were still sleeping on the same queen size bed and talking---but not about boys this time. About other things that should be on little girl's minds instead.
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Birdie and I used to wrestle a lot. We always liked teasing each other. Heh, she use to call me "muffin overload" and I use to call her "burnt muffin". Well, we used to wrestle until some one did something wrong to the other person, like punching her nose. Then we'd get pissed and really beat each other up. Funny, even though it hurt sometimes, I miss it.
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When Noochie and I heard about H.O.T., we were infatuated to the fullest. Noochie and I would sit in our bedroom and talk about H.O.T.---who was the cutest, who had a sexy body, who can sing, who can dance, what we would do if we met them, etc.. We even played their CD's while standing in front of the mirror, singing their songs. We would imitate their moves in the concerts, holding brushes and singing all out. We did it all the time. I miss that too.
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It's all different now. As much as I wish I could do those things with my sisters again, I can't. They've matured a lot and they don't want to do those things anymore. They want to talk to their boyfriends, hang out with their friends, and just simply, not associate with me. I'm really hurt because I know that in the future, I'll really miss these things and wish I could have taken advantage of them---perhaps, I'm already realizing that now. I just wish my sisters knew.
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Now, Birdie's gone. And Noochie... she's never home. I was walking with Birdie the other day to the car. She hugged me and said that we never got to be Maychas together---of course, jokingly. I felt sad because I was going to miss another opportunity to do something with my sister. But, this time, it was not my fault for taking advantage of an opportunity. She left, not me.
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I seriously never knew how much I loved my two sisters until something happened in early May. I wish it wouldn't take so much to know how much one loves their siblings.
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