SISTER

While, I've already started the subject of sisters, I'd like to go on about that for a while, before I return to my day to day activities.
I had a dream about my sister again this morning, because again I was not in bed until, well, this time, 5:30ish. Yeah, I'll talk about that later. So I was dreaming about my sister. This was a very different dream then the one from before. In this dream my sister came to visit me here at college, which is actually something I've been trying to get her to do. So my little sister came to visit me because she had just had a baby. I'm not sure why my sister would be pregnant so young, because a) she's a virgin, b) she recently came out as bi and c) she never, ever wants to have children, like me. So the image of my sister just having had a baby is rather silly. It is quite a dream image. In my dream I aked my sister about her baby, because she hadn't brought it. Yes, the baby was an it. No gender. She, in turn, said that our mother was taking care of it. Which was odd on real life. I'm not sure what my mother would do if either of us had a baby so young. I know my father would support out decision to have an abortion, but I'm not too sure of my mother's stance on that issue. I know she is pro-choice, but there is a difference from believing that women should be able to make the decision for you and actually making the decision. I know many pro-choice people, who would never get an abortion themself, but support other women's rights to, because it is a right that we deserve. They make me happy. "Pro-life" people just seem so ignorant. They are really infuriating. For that reason I will leave this line of thought and return to my original line. My sister. She is quite and interesting character. I respect her more now that I view what she does from a distance and also that i'm not out of high school. I have a more bird's eye view on her life and struggles which make me more encouraging of her strong suits. Like art, she's a really good visual artist. She really sees how images can be put together.
When we were little and would fight and tell each other we hated each other and so on, etc....Our mom would always tell us that we should be nice to each other because in the long run, she's the only person who will always stand up for me. (or at least the would be the ideal) Its a really sweet thought. I understand what she means my it now. Its interesting how you reach a certain age and realize that your parents are right sometimes, I'm not saying always or often, but they have lived longer then you and they've had experiences that you haven't. Its then that you see you parents as adults and people, not just as parents. It really interesting. My parents are people too. Its a much more fulfilling relationship, treating your parents like adults/people and then they'll treat you like an adult/person. I know my mom is having problems with that change in our realtionship, but I think overall its going pretty well. I'm just super glad that I was on the other side of the country when she found out I wasn't a virgin. I thank the goddess, for that one, but she would never have found out if my silly immature friends didn't feel the need to tell their mothers everthing about my private life. My virginity, or lack there of, is my business and no one else's.
Ultimely, my sister didn't find out from my either. That was an odd series of events. Anyway, they still creep me out and I prefer not to talk about them.
All in all, I do really love my sister. She is a source of amusement and enjoyment.