It's ironic that I left this area when I was 18 because I was tired of always being known as someone's daughter or someone's sister. I went away for 20 years and made a name for myself in totally different circles where all people knew about me was me, not my family, not my history.
And now I've moved back here and anytime I go out I'm right back where I started, as someone's sister. In a lot of ways it's cool but there's still something that grates at me, even though I know it shouldn't. As long as I'm here and hanging out with her I will always be the little sister. I guess by this point that is something that is never going to change.
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