Limpieza

Finally got around to starting to clean my sister's room.  It's always
an invasion of privacy routine.  She's coming back home soon and I really want to
hook up her room.  As I started sorting through the closet and putting things in there,
I thought GODDAMN this girl has a lot of stuffed animals!

La chiqueada!

I was cleaning her little night table under which was a fat stack of Teen Vogue.  I thought
"tsk, tsk, tsk, high school-age C would not be down for all this shet."  (But then again maybe I was
down, i've always that Salvi teeny bopper in me...but the Stubborn Hard-ass just oppresses and represses her a lot.)

Anyway, I "stumbled upon" one of her class journals, and I was just hit by a fat wave of emotions as I was reading it.  I mean I know my sister but it's such a strange thing to read what she says or thinks about me to others.  Every line just reminded me of the side of little sister I forgot about, or maybe I didn't forget; maybe C just took a break from feeling responsible for everyone.  Oh wait, that's exactly what happened.
It was nice to be re-acquainted with my sister.  Learning what she has felt and thought about and the way she expressed it just enhances the way in which I can show my love better. There's been friction about that in the recent past.  Perhaps the last couple of years Stubborn Hard-ass C has been dictating.  I guess acknowledging that means there's a new C.  Yes. :)