July 13, 2013
I grew up in a home that housed a princess. The first live born child after the traumatizing stillborn baby boy. Princess is my sister. She was the smartest, prettiest, socially adept child ever. Our neighborhood revolved around her. Whatever game she wanted to play ruled the evening; mother may I? or kick the can. She was in control. Oh, and I was born 4 years after her. As in after thought, as in oh yeah, that again. Princess took what ever glee was left inside Mom. There was none left over. Imagine being an audience for your nemesis, forever.