I always loved the word “sister,” probably because I never had one. All I got was bunch of stinkin’ brothers. It’s okay, I learned how to fight, learned street smarts, learned all those secrets about the way boys are.
When my girlfriends start talking about their sisters, I get all starry eyed and imagine what it would be like to have one. Sometimes I get just a little jealous. Tonight my mom was talking about how she made her sister a cake and how her sister bought her some shoes.
Bought her some shoes? I want a sister to buy me some shoes! I want to buy some shoes for a sister, too.
I was robbed, robbed, I tell you. No sister.
Okay it could be worse. At least I have brothers.