Reality sucks... we know, thanks.

One of my goals in life that has developped in the last few years is that my little sister April would never have to have a hard life... that she would become a good person, with strong morals and a warm heart that has a strong motivation to better herself... that she would always know she's loved... that she'd never turn to drugs, gangs or other things that turn good kids into bad decisions... that she'd never have to worry about working 50 hours a week to get through school...

I love my parents to death... my dad is one of the most intelligent people I know, which is definitely saying something, because I work with some world-renowned researchers and scientists and doctorates. My mom is one of the most giving people I know... she works so hard for everyone else besides herself. I know very well that my parents love my sister and me exponentially. Despite all this, they weren't always there growing up, or even now, necessarily. Because of this, my sister and I have always leaned on each other for support. Every Thanksgiving or Christmas or recital or soccer game or other important event in our lives that our parents missed, April and I would just say "F*** them, we'll start our OWN traditions... we'll NEVER do that to OUR kids!!" It's just how we got through our parents being oh-so-often MIA.

There was a point to this story, but I decided against divulging it to a faceless audience until the decision has been made. In any case, now you know a little more about why my sister and I both can't stand each other, but love each other more than a lot of sibs can even relate.