Angie was in trouble at school.
This was big. Mom and dad were really upset.
It never happened liked this… I was the one always in trouble, always living up to that 'black sheep' title.
My face was bare, stoic even, but inside I felt an acute moment of sibling rivalry at its finest.
Finally! She could see what it felt like for once to not be the 'good' one!
I was going to milk this situation for all it was worth.
What had she done? My mind was racing. Did she talk back to her teacher? Or get caught smoking? Or maybe even cheated?
No, she would never cheat or smoke. But it had to be something REALLY big!
I bet she was going to have to do all her chores and mine for punishment. And maybe even for a month! Ha! I was going to be laughing from the couch as she cleaned the bathroom and vacuumed the stairs and washed the dishes.
Not to mention the grounding! She would be missing The Cosby Show forever! And no sleepovers. And no movies… she was going to be jealous of me for once!!!
I sat in my room and pretended to be reading as my mom, dad, and Angie walked in the door. She went straight to her room, and my parents went upstairs.
Being the good daughter had its duty's you know… I had better go and see how my parents were doing… and maybe pump them for info at the same time.
"Is everything OK?" I asked quietly.
"So, what happened?"
"Nothing, just go back to your room."
Hum. This was going to be tougher then I thought.
"Well, is Angie OK? I am just concerned."
My dad gave me a look and I knew it was now or never.
"Well, is she grounded?"
"Yes Amanda. Your sister is grounded. She is in big trouble and will be losing lots of privileges for awhile. Are you happy now?"
Yes, yes I am. I was smart enough to not put an actual smile on my face, but inside I was tickled pink. I knew she wasn't perfect!
As I turned to go back to my room I asked almost as an afterthought, "What did she do?"
My parents both sighed.
"She hit a boy. Because he called you a bad name."
Frozen in my tracks, tears sprang to my eyes, and emotions I didnt even know I had suddenly overwhelmed me.
"Yes Amanda, she was defending you."
(me and my sister)
I have one sibling. My sister.
We are less then two years apart in age, and growing up were often bickering and 'borrowing' each others clothes and ruthlessly competing for mom and dads attention.
But there was always more there. The unspoken bond of sisterhood often surpassed the worldly perception of our relationship.
How about you? Do you have a sister? Do you have a favorite memory of her growing up?