So it turns out I have an abscess below my stomach. I have come to visit Stephanie who is also not very well and this conversation happened:
Me - “I’m not well either. The doctor gave me tablets.”
Steph - “Why?”
Me - “To make me better.”
Steph - “You’re going to die mind.”
Me - “What? No I’m not.”
Steph - “You’re too old.”
Me - “I’m 26.”
Steph - “No, you are 40. Going to die soon. Too old.”
My 18 Year Old Sister
Last weekend, Stephanie sat in my living room with a sad look on her face. I asked her why she was sad and she told me that she was going to die soon because she is turning eighteen and getting old. Shortly after, we were laughing about it so it was alright but it did make me think about how fast time seemed to be moving. It blows my mind that it was eighteen years ago that a tiny almond eyed monkey was placed into my scrawny arms and introduced as my little sister.
The celebrations began on Wednesday at a family friends house where Ellie and two of my friends were lying in wait. Stephanie had only seen Ellie on Skype over the past ten months and had no idea that she was back from Mexico yet.
Needless to say, she was over the moon. They both were. Stephanie barely even paid attention to the life sized cardboard cut out of Harry Styles that was waiting for her on arrival. Not once she caught sight of Ellie.
We had an excellent evening of fun, games and monkeys that you have to violate in order for them to talk.
She named him Harry.
It wasn’t long before Stephanie brought out the boxing gloves that I gave her and showed off her excellent right hook.
My housemate Rachel in the background there, taking far too much pleasure in this. I am also aware that this photo is a shot of her left hook…
I even made Stephanie a card by hand.
She seemed to like it.
Then we all went home, happy and tired, looking forward to her birthday party on Saturday.