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Saturday, October 18, 2003 ( 6:02 PM ) shut up christine When I go home later on today, I’m going to open the garage and my dad will come out before the garage door’s all the way up. He’ll open my trunk and carry my bag of laundry for me. He’ll say “How was the drive, Kita? How come you're not calling home?” He always adds that extra –a to the end of Kit. I’ll say “I drove on the freeway and I didn’t get scared this time” and he’ll give me a hug and kiss my forehead. My dad is forty years older than me. He dances when I’m watching MTV. He cries at sad movies, like Bambi. He even cries during commercials, and I’ll laugh at him and say “Are you cryyyying, dad??” He’ll say “No I’m not!!” and he’ll wipe his eyes and pretend like he wasn’t. Me and my dad used to fight a lot, but not anymore. I have my dad’s legs, his oily skin, his angular jaw, his tongue, and his bowel movements. I love my dad. My mama won't be home because she just called right now to say she loves me but she’s leaving for work now so she won’t get to see me. My mom is a nurse and she works the night shift at two different hospitals. My mom is superwoman. My mom is my hero. At my age she was on her own, supporting herself. My mom is emotional like me, and she cries a lot. Me and my sister joke around saying “Aww Mama, don’t cry…have you been taking your menopause medicine?” And she’ll laugh at us and pretend to pout, but sometimes I wonder why she’s really crying. I have my mom’s temper, her smile, and her pinky toes. Both of us don’t have any toenails on our pinkies. When my mom is home, she likes to hug me and hold me like a baby, even though I’m taller than her. I love my mom. My sister will probably be out with her boyfriend. They’ve been together for three or four years. I hope someday I find what they have. My sis works now and she says she’s going to spoil me when she gets paid because I bought her expensive sunglasses. My sister is the pretty one. She’s loud and funny and talkative…and I’m not. We’re complete opposites. Her mouth is always open and she’s always singing in the car or making some other type of noise and she gives me headaches. I would be lost without her. When we were small, she’d tell me if I had boogers, and I always had boogers back then…the floatie kind that swing in and out when you breathe thru your nose. I was such a big dork in elementary school. I still am, but because of my sis I can laugh at myself now. When I get home we’ll probably hang out at the mall like we always do, or play with the seven new puppies. I love my sis. Mi familia is cooler than a pot of cool beans. Time to go home :) #
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