Originally published: 25.05.15
Family is tricky.
Thinking about my family tends to reminds me of a line from As Good As it Gets.
“Some of us have great stories, pretty stories that take place at lakes with boats and friends and noodle salad. Just no one in this car.”
My sister walked down our driveway and out of my life for the first time when I was 6. Ten years my senior she was my idol and I was bereft at her departure. She had her reasons, none of them to do with me and as I say, family is tricky.
She had her first daughter four years later and returned to our lives having made a fragile short lived peace with my mother, disappearing again within a year or so.
I was at boarding school by then, making the new departure less noticeable and by the time she was pregnant with her second daughter she had returned, working in the family business, her presence sheer delight to me when I was home from school.
My sister was opinionated, argumentative and hilarious. Even now I expect if we were to speak she would have me doubled over in minutes. She smoked a lot and she drank a lot of Diet Coke and loved all the stuff my mother hated. Country music, Melrose place, Eddie Murphy. N.B. It was the nineties.
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