Stop—family time!
My youngest sister, Emily, flew into town Thursday night and is staying with Ian and I for two weeks while she’s on summer vacation (she’s going into her junior year of high school up in Mount Prospect, Ill.–a suburb of Chicago). For her first weekend here, we took her to see some fireworks shows and, of course, let her shoot off her own, since they’re illegal in Chicago.
I was 12 when Emily was born, and until she was 6 (and I moved to Tennessee), I had a large hand in helping my mom raise her. Every day I came right home from school to take care of her (and my other sister, Katie, who’s four years younger than me) while my mom went to work nights.
She and I were close, of course, since we spent so much time together, but because I moved away when she was six, I was afraid she’d forget who I was. Luckily that didn’t happen, and I like to think I played at least a little part in her growing up to be a pretty cool chick. She’s smart, funny—and loves video games. I don’t think she’s as weird or as nerdy as me, but that’s probably a good thing.
She looks pretty, and the cat she is holding is gorgeous. Should be nice to get together with your sister. I have a brother whom I have never met for about 6 years. Worse as the first time we met after the 6 years was at our mother’s funeral.