Pumkin

By the time I was 11 my sister had already moved out and was on her own. But for 10 years I got to grow up with a big sister at home. My mom was dead set on not having another child after my sister was born, but after 8 years of my sister begging she finally gave in and decided to have another baby. That would be me. My sister and I were always cool with each other. I never remember us fighting and she always included me in anything she was doing with her girlfriends. Sure my sister dressed me up like I was born to be her own personal baby doll and luckily I am not scarred for life from it. Probably because I don’t remember much. I don’t remember when I started sleeping in my own bed because at 11 years old I was still sleeping on my sister’s floor on a mattress. She was trying to have a social life while not going out past 9pm on weekdays so that I could drag my mattress in her room and go to sleep for school.  She could have easily said no. She could have easily have told my parents that I couldn’t sleep in her room anymore, but she never did. She never said a word. Never complained about it, and always left a space for my mattress even when she rearranged her bedroom furniture. I tried on the night of my wedding rehearsal to let everyone there know how great of a sister I have and tried to say these same things, but I couldn’t really get the words out.  I have only met one other person who has a sister willing to let them sleep in her room while still trying to have a teenage life. That would be my sister’s daughter. She learned how to be a big sister to her little brother by watching the best example possible. My sister.

Wishing my sister Pumkin a Happy Birthday. Just want to tell you I am forever grateful for all the years of mattress dragging you allowed me to do and how I can never thank you enough. Love your little brother.

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