This one goes out to my only sister. Not only is she my blood, she is my best friend. My ally. My teammate; (literally). My role model. She embodies the person that I confined in, I look up to, cherish, and value. Even when we act like ugly beasts around each other sometimes, we still find it in our hearts to forgive, smile, laugh, and forget. She is the elder, only by 10 months, born in the same year as yours truly. Secretly bringing joy to those who are closest to her and have the privileged to know the real her, she has a way of orchestrating the story being told. Naturally talented in the department of charisma and charm; she is a beauty to behold. Radiant and warm behind the curtain she draws - which protects herself from strangers who want to steal her glowing, trusting, heart - she will light up a room if she would just draw back her walls. My sister, is the one and only true friend I have ever friend. I say this because she is the only one who has truly stayed by my side through thick, thin and just plain, upside down, no gravity type fiasco's. Maybe it's because we had to put up with each other for 18+ years since we lived under the same roof, so we were forced to get over it. Though, this only made our bond stronger. And even now, when we are at a breaking point in our relationship, we still both have the decency to reach out to one another and tell each other how we feel in order to heal; because we are soul sisters, not just sisters. Sister, you are genuinely and authentically my one and only; soul sister.
It began on a warm summer morning, the breeze blowing through our living room window cooled the dark cavern we tried to keep below 90 degrees. Mom was nine months pregnant with my sister and I was so in love with her. I spent every moment I could with my little head pressed against mom’s bulging belly, listening to my sister swish and swirl. Her feet pushed again my tiny ear and cheek as she grew too big for her surroundings. Even though my mom was visibly uncomfortable, she never told me to leave. She would brush my long brunette curls with her fingers gently down my back as I laid there.
Brother, I'm sure this means very little to you at this point. I crossed lines and burnt a bridge. A bridge that is very important to me. However, I must apologize. Apologize: a word that doesn't even come close to what I want to give you. What I owe you. I love and appreciate you more thank you will ever know. You're the hero. The true definition of a man in these wicked days. You have given me so much. You were there for me. I look up to you. Since my very first memories of you, I've looked up to you. For me to throw things away like I did was not only childish and disgusting, but sad and pathetic. An outburst for the ages.
When I was four-years-old, my family lived in an Air Force Base in Biloxi, Mississippi. Townhouses lined up side-by-side in our neighborhood. Every house was a different color. It was like living in a box of crayons.
I’m not even sure how to start this off so please bare with me on this.
I have always been the only child for my mom. I didn’t grow up with my dad and only had a chance to see him once, 21 years ago when I was already 27 years. My mom got pregnant of me after being married for only 6 months, and she divorced him right after. He found out about me months later. They never allowed me to see my father or let him near me. At the time of our first and only encounter, he mentioned that I had a sister and two brothers, and told me their names.
The almond milk slowly tumbled out of the spout of the carton and onto the organic, gluten-free oat clusters. The days of cow’s milk, sugar-coated cereal, and Tang are far behind me, but the ritual will inevitably trigger a flashback of nostalgic memories.
"I hate my life! I hate my life! I want to get out! I want all of this to end!" I screamed angrily into my pillow. It was not a loud scream, but a soft one with all the ferociousness and intensity from my body of a loud one... I do not have the privilege of letting out my frustrations for the neighbor and their dog to hear.
Today I went out with family! Mom found my sister who was missing for months, and we decided to celebrate. She was not hurt, she was a bit dirty and looked like she had been hiding on the streets and stuff. Mom is gonna take her to get checked, and get her new clothes and stuff, and get her set up with an apartment!
For the first time in my life, I can feel myself aging.