Throwback Thursday: In My Heart Deeply Berred…

Sibling confessions

Sibling confessions

This throwback is true heart-warmer for me. There is no date on the paper so I don’t know exactly when it is from, or even why it was written in the first place. I have had it for a long time, tucked away in a box entitled “A Few of my Favorite Things”.

I vaguely remember my mom handing this paper to me when I was about 13. She found it while going through Kris’s school papers. If it was for an assignment, it must have been a rough draft because there are no markings or comments from a teacher on the page. I never told Kris I had it and I wonder now if he will remember writing it.

Typed as it was written – adorable spelling errors and all. 🙂 Also, please imagine this being spoken with a Philly accent.

In my heart deeply berred is someone I truely love. My sister Heather is a part of me. Some of me takes after her. It’s not bad. Thou sometimes I do get so upset when she goes oh, blast, I messed up on my picture! Even thou it’s almost perfect. But besides all that art in her theres another side and it’s humorous. She is funny. I have never lived a day with out a laugh from her. I can get out of control and when something happens I’m lost and don’t know what to say? But Heather is like Oh! My love are you alive! In a funny but nice way! I can refere to her for help even when I’m too embaressed to ask someone else. I’d be a snobby bratt without her. Whenever I’m down she helps me. I love it when we go places together by are selves. Even thou she looks different I don’t care. She is always the best and only sister I have. When a friend comes over and asks what’s wrong with her, I say “nothing!” She is the best sister in the world. I even tell people that she is Zach’s girlfriend and there like Hey she’s lucky! But with all honesty, she is the best you can get as a sister.

All together now: Awwww!

Anyone who has a sibling or two will understand that the relationship can be rather challenging sometimes. You’re basically thrown together with this other person and expected to share everything. Of course there end up being lots of frustrating moments where one person is grouchy and the other is goofy, or both of you want to use the same toy (or exist in the same space) at the same time and there is conflict. There was plenty of conflict with Kris and I, oftentimes just because it seemed easier than being nice. But there were a lot of good moments too, and I have many happy memories.

Never too old to be cheeseballs!

Never too old to be cheeseballs!

As Kris mentioned in his writing, we would sometimes go places together by ourselves. This was mostly just taking walks in the park next door, and when we moved to New Jersey, it meant riding our bikes to the shopping center and blowing our allowance money in Rite Aid. I think our age difference also made it tough sometimes. Since I am four years older than Kris, I was naturally going to be better at things, like beating Super Mario Bros. or building a play-doh sculpture.

Over the years Kris and I have been through a lot together and I am grateful to have him in my life. He is one of the few people who really knows me and ‘gets’ me. Now, instead of taking walks together or staying up late to tell scary stories, we do most of our bonding on road trips. We really don’t fight at all anymore, probably because we’re not sharing a bathroom. 🙂

Don't worry guys, this is fake conflict. I think.

Don’t worry guys, this is fake conflict. I think.

Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. (Mary Schmich)

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