sisters and sushi

we havent talked to each other in over 2 years even though we share the same set of parents and actually live in the same city and occassionaly find ourselves together within a three-meter distance so that even though we both adore this sweet sensible girl (that i call my niece and she calls her daughter) who is slowly, subtly trying to bridge the gap between us, you'd think there'd be a considerable amount of minutes we had to endure making small talk just to test the waters. But no. My sister plunged right ahead with her stories -- work and wardrobe, plans and pants, shoes and shelter, bosses and bitches, etc. She talked me to death and there I was drowning, swimming with the fishes. Hmm, more like, eating the fishes, what delightful sushi she bought. You should hear her talk. If you think im mayabang, you've got to hear her talk. :-D So I listened and cared and commented. Even though she spent the last few years with nothing but unkind thoughts words to say about me. The nerve, the gall, the weirdness.

But i listened.

god im nice.

Hehehe.

(maybe i missed her too. god help me.)