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Yesterday I emailed my friend, whom I’ve never spoken about here so I’ll give her a name. Let’s see she’s perhaps the most creative person on this planet so I’ll call her Martha Stewart, pre prison of course. Anyway, I was expressing to Martha the confusion I’m having in regards to my sister. Quite a few months ago, my sister had gastric bypass and now is starting to look and feel normal again. I’ve always been the thin one and she was the funny fat one but not anymore. I just found out that her weight is within range of mine and to tell you the truth, it’s freaking me out. Our roles are changing right before my eyes. Finally, I’m getting my sister back but it’s still odd due to sheer jealousy I think. Martha told me she was still pissed at her sister for overshadowing her college graduation. You see, Martha’s sister, two days before graduation, tried to commit suicide. Instead of showering Martha with well-deserved attention, everyone was coming to town to give the recovering sister attention. Apparently, this failed suicide attempt was still causing some resentment. When I was 16, I got my first job making bagels, which I was pretty proud of but that same month, my parents realized their first-born daughter failed out of her first semester of college because she partied too much. I still remember the three of them having a “family discussion” about her wasting their money and how could she be so stupid. My sister was crying like a baby while I was trying to flash my $58 paycheck in their faces.
