As you already know, I have a little sister is who is number one. I always talk about the bad things she does but I never talk about the good thing that she does. My sister has a smart mouth and loves hitting on people but at the same time she is a sweetheart. After all, she is the youngest girl out of six, getting ready to be seven kids. Anyway, as I am the oldest, I have to look after my sister often and I already know that my sister admires me. When I'm with her over the weekends, she is the first person to run into my arms and give me a big hug and kiss. When it all settles down in the house she loves to come to me and fall asleep in my arms.
In the morning we have our favorite cereal, Cinnamon Toast Crunch Peanut Butter.
We then watch a little TV and sometimes end up falling asleep. After our nap or after the sun has cooled down I take her outside and play for a little while. When we go, someone always gives my sister compliments and tell her how cute she is. After a while she gets bored, so I'll take her on little walks. When I do, she always picks a and gives it to me. When I bring her back home, I have to give her a bath. When I give her a bath I have to give her bubbles or she will not get in the water. Every time I give her a bath with bubbles she eats them. I don't know why she does this, but she does. After I give her a bath she always jumps in my arms and gives me a big hug and kiss and says, "I love you." Even though my sister is "bad", I still love her very much.
My shoes have been the topic of discussion today. I have yet to hear a bad thing about them. People have come out of their way to tell me, "how cool" and to ask me where I got them. I never reveal my plug. The number one fan of my shoes today is Lucky. I was honored when he came up to me this morning to tell me how nice there are because Lucky's shoe game is by far the best I've ever witnessed. The name of the shoes I'm wearing haven't been released yet, so unfortunately, I can't tell you. The shoe is black with white stripes going down the sides and features some holes. The best part about these shoes is the laceless system and the detail/finesse. You can tell instantly that these beautiful works of art were handmade. I will definitely be wearing these everyday.
Sometimes it all gets to be too much. The girl plays naïve when things get too loud for the walls to hold back. She doesn’t question why he goes out more than he stays in. She doesn’t say anything when he’s absent from the dinner table. The girl turns a blind eye when he gives her family “those looks”. She does all this and they think she doesn’t notice; think she’s innocent and tucked safely away from the poison of their actions. They don’t realize that what they’re doing to keep her away from acknowledging the truth is what she’s trying to do for him. Him – her sibling, the one who’s not been tainted by the harsh words thrown and the glaring hate seen on the faces giving “those looks”. The girl is old enough to see what’s going on, no one realizes that, but him – he’s not old enough and he doesn’t deserve to grow up to see what she sees.
Ushering in National Poetry Month with Ms. Washington