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As I was reading my oldest sister’s blog today (Yes, we are a blogger family. Another one of my sisters and my dad each have one also) a couple of things occurred to me:
1. That it is absolutely crazy that she not only has TWO human beings inside of her (she is pregnant with twins), but that she has produced two already.
2. That I think I’m more confused and overwhelmed by it than she is (or than she appears to be)
3. That she is one of the strongest persons I know.
4. That she thinks positively, and tries to make the best of situations.
5. That both her humor and admiration for the little things is truly amazing.
5. That what she writes (and how she writes it) exemplifies exactly why I love her so much.
People often tell me that when they first meet me they think I’m a bitch.
They think I’m cold. They think I’m mean.
I might be biased, but I don’t think I am any of those things. In fact, I think I’m a pretty nice person. I do, however, understand that people see me this way (at first, anyway). I have an often times impenetrable layer that surrounds me, making it hard for me to get close to people, and vice versa. It is, therefore, hard for people to see who I am in reality.
Sometimes I see this same thing happen with my sister. Like me, she does not open herself to everyone. And like this person said below — that I appear to be more “human” through my blog — I think her blog shows how amazing of a person she is. (In case someone did not know that already)
I, on the other hand, have always known this, but reading her blog reminded me of it tenfold.
I’ve never lived with my older siblings, and so it was always a mystery to everyone around me that I behaved so much like my older sister Vio. We (or so I have been told) sometimes have a similar character, facial expressions, gestures and opinions.
How?
She’s always been my “big sister”, and I think I’ve admired her (like I did today when I read her blog) since I was very little. No surprise that even from afar, I saw not only how fantastic she was, but how great of a role model she could be.
As I read her blog today, this feeling in me was stronger than ever.
There are many people I’d like to mold parts of myself after. There are little things I’d like to change about me to be more like those same little things in my sister Carmen, my brother Gaspar, my sister Emilia, my sister Helena, my dad, my mom, and my aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents (Especially the first 4… But don’t tell anyone!).
These things, however, are often uncontrollable.
My sister Vio is the one person I can relate to most today. I hope no one interprets that I am glad that it was her, over anyone else whose person I reflect… But I am glad, indeed, that I turned out to mold certain aspects of my being after her.
I really hate saying cheesy things (it almost literally pains me), but sometimes there is no other way out— I love that people think I’m like Vio. Vio, to me, is not only the best oldest sister anyone could have, but also a great mom, companion, athlete, singer, thinker and writer. She is one of my favorite people in the whole world.
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