I want to be a?
Remember that part of growing up when your parents transferred dreams into your vortex and you fantasize about your 9-5 (or whatever time schedule)?
Did you walk around trying to play the part of that sacred role which you just could not wait to fulfil?
I grew up with friends at school and church who desired the role of a fireman, police officer, doctor, preacher, pimp, architect etc.
I coveted the writer’s spot; I still have the autograph of a historian I met whilst at A’ Level.
I still have my poems from primary school, filled with naïve thoughts about life as an adult.
There were a few who wanted the famous music/artist slot, the rapper and oh my niece claimed the mermaid role when she grew older.
I had a wonderful laugh at this one.
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You entered with your wife, I noticed when at the same moment I lifted my head.
I really thought I would break down and cry when I saw you and her together but I did not.
“Wow, this is great”, I said to myself.
Our eyes met a few times during the ceremony and I just glanced away.
I refuse to sit sorrow fully and not enjoy my sister’s wedding.
Wish you all the best in your marriage.
My one request is that you continue to stay away from me,
You are doing a good job so far and I would like to recommend you for that.
Now I am free to not be afraid of displeasing people who are around me.
Why should I hate you?
No reason to, I feel absolutely no resentment, maybe if you try speaking to me that will change.
So do us both a favour and do not try to.
I am making great strides in moving on.
Yes I occasionally think about you but far better than the every minute thing.
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How lovely to be a big sister, right?
To have that adorable, cute little thumb sucking munchkin following you around the house.
Her obedient little eyes, searches everything that I do and the rude mouth which calms down after a good scolding.
How sweet to hear her reciting her ABCs and the 1-10 numbers.
Time flies and the rude mouth become permanently etch on her teenage mouth.
There was no ‘terrible two stage’ but the terrible twelve just slam dunked in my court.
I try to understand because I was a teenager and I experience all those bizarre changes but this is taking it a bit too far. No?
The sucking of teeth for the most ridiculous reason, I always tell her “brush it, don’t suck it,” but no she drops these irritating bombs everywhere and anywhere.
Then comes the ‘boys’ phrase’, I have no problem with her getting crazy for them but she refuses to put some Maths and English in her hard-headed brain.
What is the point of school, if one makes the little effort to learn? Am I Right?
Clothes, shoes and hair take the prime spot and everything else means little or nothing at all.
So much for the loveliness of a big sister when the little sister seems feather brain and all TV’d up.