Sisters <3

A few days ago I was in the kitchen washing the dishes (why I always get burdened with this job I do not know. It SUCKS) when Sister Number 2 walked in. We started talking and she tried telling me something hilarious. However, she was unable to get past more than a few words because she was laughing so hard she was gasping (we are alike in that respect. Laughing so hard you can barely breathe is fun). She tried explaining through her laughter again, but I couldn’t understand a word she was trying to say, and then she clapped her hands for effect and did a karate chop.

I wet myself laughing.

During prayer yesterday evening Sister Number 2 made another appearance. For reasons I do not understand, she started banging on about marriage. “You lot will never get married because you won’t get any rishtey! I am the prettiest, so I will get married!” Sister Number 3 burst out laughing and broke her salah.

Last night my baby sister (Sister Number 4) who is actually not a baby was annoying me. I turned around and told her quite calmly, “I want to lock you outside.” She squirmed and shut up. I am a scary big sister. (Not really.)

This morning Sister Number 1 waddled into my room blasting desi music as high as her laptop would allow her, and then proceeded to poke my bum with her (chubby) finger and wake me up. This is quite a change, because it is normally me poking her bum, so it felt a bit weird. (Never mind that she poked me pretty hard.) When I would not wake up, she tried to pull the duvet off me. I squealed and held on to it for dear life, then threatened to whack her with my glasses (see how unscary I am?). She left.

Then Sister Number 3 walked in and tried to get into my bed with me and give me a cuddle because she was cold. I was unsuccessful in throwing her out. (She is a force to be reckoned with, that one.)

I remember there was this one time when my sisters and I were so high that we started dancing about all over the place. I can’t remember which song we had on, but it was making us really hyper. Sister Number 1 and I sidestepped from one end of the room to the other, and made up this really weird funny awesome strange cool bizarre dance move. Then the baby put her own twist on it and sidestepped with us. We laughed and laughed and laughed.

Ooh, ooh! There was that time (this morning, actually) when Sister Number 1 walked into the room all tarted up (at the time of writing it is EID!). She looked me up and down in my bed clothes and said sarcastically, “Well, I can see that you’ve taken the time to get dressed up for Eid.” I laughed my head off, and then we all did the “bend and snap” from Legally Blonde. If you have not done it, I recommend you do so. It is a lot of fun.

Once we locked one of our sisters in a cupboard (or was it me that they locked in a cupboard? I forget the details. It was such a long time ago). There was a little lock thingy inside the cupboard door, and whoever it was inside the cupboard locked it. Then the sisters outside locked the outside lock. Then the inside person couldn’t get out because the inside lock was a bit dodgy. The inside person panicked (who WAS it inside?!) and started rocking back and forth in the cupboard, and they musta rocked pretty hard, cause the cupboard fell to the floor. With the person inside. I still remember my mum yelling at the outside girls for locking the inside girl in the cupboard (I am SURE I was the inside girl!), and I remember her trying to heave the cupboard up on its four feet and get the inside girl to open the lock so she could get out (whoever the heck she was).

Ooh, there was this one time when my sisters and I were fighting on the bed when we were really little, and one of them pushed me off (fat cow!) and I fell and hit my forehead on this other cupboard. I was bleeding, and my dad and my aunty took me to the hospital in my Barbie nighties (yes, I remember what nighties I was wearing!). When we were in the waiting room I saw a girl in my class at primary school, and I was SO EMBARRASSED about being in my Barbie nighties that I blushed and prayed she wouldn’t tell anyone at school.

Good times!

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