happy birthday sister

Phil Collins - You'll be in my Heart

dedicated to my sister and our oldschool disney marathons

so my sister's birthday was last week; she turned 8 years old.

i told myself i'd write a little summin summin for her, but, naturally, being the pathological procrastinator that i am, i didn't.

i told myself it's too late for it now...

but then i thought...

says who?!

so here it is:

i'd always wanted a little sister.

growing up with two brothers completely shaped my personality.

i'm very competitive and i don't accept defeat easily. i love wrestling for the heck of it. i really enjoy burping contests although i can't participate in them myself, seeing as i don't know how to burp on purpose, although many people have tried to teach me.

so one fine day (august 17th, 2001, to be exact), when i was 10 years old, i got the one thing i've always begged my mother for:

a baby sister named Zeina...

too little too late, though. thanks mom.

zeina turned to me to teach her how to apply make-up (indeed, generation x is doomed).. only to find that i was more helpless than she was.

she strutted around in annoying plastic high heels and laughed at me when i stumbled in my mom's.

she begged me to paint her toe nails and i did, even though the smell of nail polish nauseates me.

she looked like she'd gotten a pedicure from a chicken...

dear zeina,

even though we're polar opposites, i love you so much.

even when i tell you i don't.

even when i call you zeina shaina*

i don't know anyone else who can shoot mickey-shaped snot out of their nose

(dear readers: not a work of fiction. it really happened. it was hilarious)

i don't know anyone else who gets so cut up when they see someone cry.

you are so attentive to lots of things.

even when our brother hits you, then baba makes him cry, you cry with him and hug him and tell him to stop crying.

i don't know anyone else who isn't asking when taking permission for something, just merely stating a fact.

(like the other day when you "asked" me if you could use my ipod, and i said no, and you shrugged; then i walked in my room 2 minutes later to find you, on my bed, listening to my ipod)

i don't know anyone else who could spell transportation when they were 4 years old.
(and you never let us forget. zeina: "*meets a perfect stranger* hi, dare me to spell transportation?")

zeina, i love you like a french braid.

you start out with 3 strands and that could be enough; it would work out fine. but then you add more hair to each side. you pull on the hair and it hurts sometimes. but that only makes the braid tighter and more secure.

we've had our share of fights,

but i'll always love you,

and i'll always be here if you need someone to scribble on your toes again.

-x-

(my sister and i have fun photoshoots together)

p.s. don't let the messy appearance fool you; i did that... for purely artistic reasons.

she really is the girliest girl ever.

* shaina - arabic slang for 'bad.' which is ironic since zeina means 'good' (:

take care, kind earthlings

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