Monica’s Secret Blog
Saturday, 10:45 pm
Angela and I just got home from Claudia’s house, where a miracle happened: Angela actually watched an entire movie, with kissing, without freaking out! It was bizarre. I guess it was because we were treating her like an equal, but she barely even rolled her eyes during a super mushy scene.
Of course, now it won’t happen again for like, five years. But whatever.
It’s really hard being a big sister. I first met Angela when she was a four-year-old brat. She was used to being the only kid in her house, and so was I. Neither of us wanted a sister. I especially didn’t want a spoiled little sister, and Angela didn’t want a bossy older sister. It was super hard at first getting used to having another kid in the house. Getting used to Logan was bad enough. But at least he stayed out of my stuff.
Keep Out! Angela, This Means You!
Mom always says she can tell that I’m trying hard to be a good sister to Angela. I don’t know if I try that hard a lot of the time. Sometimes I just want to go back to it being me and Mom. But then I wouldn’t have Logan’s corny jokes, and Angela’s funny laugh, or even Grandpa, for that matter, since he moved in to help out with me and Angela.
So I guess I’m glad I have a little sister. It’s hard most of the time, but the good days make it worth it.
Ask me again tomorrow, though, and I might say I wish I never met her!!!
love,
Monica
