Saturday, May 15, 2010

I Will Not Bow

Sometimes, I wonder if there will ever be a huge medical break through. Something that will allow my younger sister to be a typical, functioning member of society.

Sometimes, I wonder what life would be like if she had been born typical.

Would we fight over who'd get the last piece of cake?

Would she tear up with me when we saw our older brother graduate from Army boot camp?

Would we like the same type of music?

Would I love her as intensely as I do now?

Now, I'm saying that I only love Makenzi because she's different. That's not true. I love her. Regardless.

But, if she were typical, normal, average. Would I find it completely adorable that she's taller than me and three years younger?

Would I love that when I lean down to tuck her into her bed at night, she leans up and kisses my nose?

Would I even still be tucking her in?

I don't think so. I can say, just because she's apart of the family I know oh so well, that she'd love Harry Potter. She'd think Twilight is dumb, but she'd have read it at least.

She'd think about our older sister on those nights when we play Monopoly.

She'd probably have a crush on Mark Harmon like my sister and my mom do.

She'd give me crap for being head over heels for a girl I can't date.

She'd love Chinese the way we all do, and get random cravings for Chipotle.

But until modern Western medicine gives us some kind of super drug, I'll take what I have.

The sister that can't say my name half the time, but if I were sick, would find some way to make me feel better.

The sister I'm usually afraid to take into public, for fear of her braking down, but that I'm so proud of when she learns to say a new word.

The sister that I know will annoy the crap out of me for at least three more years, but I have a heart attack when I see she's holding a knife. [Even if it is a butter knife.]

The sister that I defended when I was eight years old by knocking a class mate out stone cold for calling her dumb in a Wal-mart aisle.

Yeah. I'd love her still. But, I like what I have now anyways.

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