Once upon a time...
...these two people of Irish-Catholic descent, met and fell in love under a portrait of JFK.
They married and had a child, though disappointed that the baby was a girl. (That would be me) They decided to have another go at it, and child number 2 was born on November the 4th.
She was adored by her parents, and early on, adored by her older sister. I even liked her fivehead.
The older sister (just to remind you, that would be ME) began to notice something. Child number 2 was captivating and intelligent, she was vocal and charming. She was the shiznit of the household and she was taking all the attention away from child number 1. She required not one, but two people to feed her.
She was bossy too.
Whenever our parents had our relatives over, they would fawn all over child #2. I was getting pushed out of the picture, literally. ( I would be the one slumped over in the red shorts, behind my aunt's back, she would be the one cushioned in her bosom)
She hated dressing up, and she could not wait to get outside and play with the boys.
Despite all that, she remains to be one of my most favorite people in all the world. I enjoy hanging out with her. She is intelligent and funny, opinionated and compassionate, talented and cute. I love and adore her.