My sister.
My sister who went off to her first year of college this past year not to the college that would have given her a full scholarship for lacrosse, but to USC (because the other one was an all-girls college and ugh, she wanted to be around BOYS). Even though the other one was also being attended by her best friend and again, let me note: FULL. SCHOLARSHIP.
My sister who kept ending up failing classes because (per my mom) she was 'sick,' but when I had to add the venmo app to pay for something once and it auto-populated my contacts and showed their public notes, all of hers were colloquialisms for alcohol and weed.
My sister who went to Miami just a couple weeks before finals for a music festival, then barely passed her finals after last summer being a sneering little snot at me about how she'd 'finally' be better at me at something and finish college first with a 4.0 and valedictorian because HS was SO EASY (she did have a 4.0 GPA in HS despite her behavior, I'll give her that, but in SC I'm not sure how difficult that is and we know the step between curriculums is much greater).
My sister and I are hugely different. I mean, there's an age gap of 13 years. Practically a generational gap. I helped raised her. My mother fell into a post-partum depression with her so bad that my father and I feared she'd attempt suicide. She'd lock herself in her bedroom for days. And my father was suck a workaholic, running the household fell to me. Taking care of my sister fell to me. I was homeschooled, so it's not like I 'had anywhere to be' (their idea of homeschool was to shove whatever books they'd bought that year at me and give me tests when they remembered).
Maybe my anger about my sister is me blaming myself. Like oh, if I hadn't fucked up.... but I dunno. Maybe she resents me having been the one to tend to her so much when she was so little, but I dunno if she'd remember, it was only for her first 2, 3 years.
Anyway, this does fold into a sort of win.
I found out on her twitter that ON FATHER'S DAY (oh yes, this is a real winner). Oh. Fucking. Father's Day. my mother bought my dad a Capital's hat (since they won the Stanley Cup) a hat. This is my father's singlemost favorite sports team and he's been following them since they formed. My sister.... likes them when they're winning (like your classic fairweather fan, y'know?) and I guess my sister began begging and whining and wheedling my dad for the hat, forgetting which day it was and because she's the baby of the family and he always gives in to her because she's his princess: he gave her the hat.
On Father's Day.
I had been planning to buy him something for the Caps anyway, but I fell really sick after payday & over the weekend. I was gonna get him a mug or something for his desk, but I'm replacing that hat (+ a sticker for his car) instead.