She is blonde with the most beautiful curls you've ever seen. Me, I used to be brunette but now I'm gray and I have a slight wavy look to my hair. It used to be completely straight. Her eyes are brown and you can just sink right into them, they are a soft, deep brown. Mine tend to be hazel, like my dad's were.
She is the life of the party, though she won't stay long. She flits around like a butterfly, visiting with everyone, smiling, talking, laughing, flirting. She is fun and people want her to like them. They want her attention. I prefer to sit back and watch her work the room.
She can do things I will never understand how to do. She put together a plant shelf I ordered. I thought it would come assembled and when it showed up with a million pieces, she just sat down on the floor and put it together. Just like that. I'm not even sure she looked at the directions.
Every time the power would go out at the house, she would come over and reprogram the vcr (back then, you couldn't watch tv without that thing working). She brought the right medicine for my kids when they were sick and even dispensed it for me. She bought hair color for me before I even arrived in town. She knew if I did it myself, it would just be a big hot mess that she would have to fix.
I can't tell you how many times I heard, "just give it here and let me fix it." I love those words!
She cooked for me when I didn't know how to.
As children we didn't always get along...
There was the time she told me she didn't want to play 'school' with me any more. I was trying to be teacher and teach her how to read and write. We had a chalkboard, what else was I to do???
Then one year, when we received matching dolls for Christmas, she believing herself to be a 'hairdresser,' trimmed the locks from both our dolls. I think we had them for about three days when they got their first haircuts. Mom's make-up was next. This was done without my permission, hence 'we didn't always get along.' The year we got "Barbie Dolls," I hid mine.
At some point growing up, laundry became my job. There were six of us so there was plenty of laundry to be done. And, no, we didn't have a dryer so all that laundry went on the line out back. No big deal, I was used to it and I still hang out the clothes. However, my sneaky (oh, did I mention she can be sneaky?) sister decided to wear my fresh, clean clothes and then, without me knowing it, she would put them back where she found them after having worn them for a day.
Here I go to the closet thinking I have a clean outfit for the day only to find that it had been worn...Yes, I could tell!
Let's see...she threw a knife at me, she called me names, she yelled at me more than my parents did. She knew how to push my buttons, that's for sure.
She also defended me to no end. It didn't matter who you were, how big you were, how tough you thought you were, if you messed with me, you messed with my sister and she was vicious when it came to taking care of me. Nobody but nobody was allowed to ever say a bad word about me (not that there was anything bad to say...??? haha) without her coming down on them. It could be scary!
We grew up and grew closer and now we even resemble each other. Sometimes when I look in a mirror, I see her... and my heart swells like the Grinch's did. We can finish each others thoughts, we're there for each other when we need to vent and we're always on our side. No matter what.
We've been described as 'the mean one' and 'the nice one.' As for me, I think you get from us what you give. We are nice and we are kind. We were raised to be that way. If one of us has a mean streak, you won't hear me tell which of us it is...hey, I'm not stupid! hahaha!
As Days Go By, we can look each other in the eye and know exactly what the other is thinking. We love each other unconditionally and we love those who love us. We are sisters.
Darcy and Denise
"Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer." ~Louise Glück
