On Wednesday I gave myself over to the pain of longing for home and began the process of shutting myself away from the world around me. The world around me was about to become populated by people drinking green beer and celebrating "being Irish" with a happiness that I cannot share because I am not one of them. I am foreign, I am Irish. Now isn't that ironic?
By Friday afternoon I was locked away in my room crying and the Hubby knew it was time to act. He called home and got one of my sisters to ring me up. The sister that I'm closest to, the one who is most like me, the one I call Leilon. So to celebrate my holiday, I'm going to share a bit about myself and my sister Leilon (it's a nickname, don't ask).
No, this isn't her, but it is her holding up the puppet. She bought this puppet just to piss me off and she puts it on her hand when I go home and talks to me with it. She claims it's payback for all the shite I did to her when we were little. So what did I do to her? Here's one story.
I would wake her up at about 3:00 a.m. and tell her it was time to go to school. She'd stumble out of bed, eye's shut tight against the lamplight and stagger into the bathroom and into the shower. Standing outside the door, I'd wait for her to come out then follow her back to her bedroom where I'd go to the window, open the curtains and show her the night sky. Then she'd come at me, fists flying while I laughed my fool head off at her.
So she called me, I cried, we remembered our shared past and I ended up laughing. I'll miss my sisters today while they make merry with one another, and I will keep company with my memories.