sisters

Every year for my sister’s birthday, we used to go to a restaurant called Marabella’s down the shore. It was a typical family Italian restaurant, but we thought it was the coolest thing in the world, because my sister’s name is Mara. She was treated like a little princess, with her round cheeks and curly brown hair (she was always the cute one!). My grandparents always made a big deal of it, and afterwards we would come home and have cake at the house. Now, on her 21st, I am far away from ma petite sœur.

There is really no bond as strong as sisters. Sisters are best friends. They know exactly what to do to push each other’s buttons, and they know exactly what to do to cheer you up. Sisters call you no matter what. They write you letters. They never forget a skype date. They make you laugh til’ your sides split. They have spontaneous dance parties with you. They share bunkbeds, and stories, and late-night whispering.

Happy 21st birthday to my little sister. I wish I could be there with you, Marabella! Thank goodness my best friends back home took care of her in my absence. Love you girls.

ps. happy father’s day to the best dad in the world. sorry you are overshadowed by the sis.