Siblings

Two of my younger sisters (lets call them J and K) are getting baptised on Sunday. I’m so incredibly proud of them. My siblings are the sweetest people I know. A is just less than 2 years younger than me and she’s gentle, kind and incredibly funny (often without intending to be!). S (the only boy) is almost the same age as A. He’s opinionated, but caring and just lovely - most of the time. J (14) is quite a lot like me. Gobby and bossy. But also loving and incredibly loyal. K (13) is one of the gentlest, most sensitive creatures I’ve ever met. And she has a wonderful, witty sense of humour. P (11) is just unique in every way. She’s loud, loving, affectionate, moody, articulate. And has a distinct lack of awareness of personal space at times.

That 2 of my little sisters have committed their lives to God just blows me away. I remember holding them as little babies, changing their nappies, burping them. And now they’re getting baptised. I am very proud.

So proud that I have decided to humiliate them FOREVER in cyber-space. I am going to post short stories about them over the next few days. True stories, naturally. We’ll start with K:

My mum called me this morning to tell me a ‘funny’ story. K has a hamster. She loves it. Loooooooooooves it. She got home from school yesterday and put it in its ball so it could have it’s daily wander around the house. But the back door into the garden was open. Oops. The hamster got out.

Oh no! I hear you cry. But fear not. Snuffles was fine. This time.

Mum asked my dad to close the back door. Which he did. Or thought he did. Actually, he didn’t. Next thing you know there is a crash. It happened. Snuffles rolled out of the back door and smashed her ball. Where was Snuffles? Nobody could find her. K started to cry - or perhaps wail would be more accurate. The entire family searched (and so did the neighbours) for 2 hours, but couldn’t find poor little Snuffles anywhere.

Awwww. Join with me, peeps: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

K was inconsolable. Mum gently asked her if she wanted to get another hamster, whereupon she cried even harder. “I don’t know! I love Snuffles, but I want a hamster! I want MY hamster!”  In the end they went to the pet shop and got another hamster. They even ended up getting one that was virtually identical to Snuffles! This one is called Misty, if anyone is interested.

So the family all trooped home and set about making Misty comfortable in her new home. Then… Then my mum went out into the back garden. And guess who was sitting right by her feet! Can you guess?

It was Snuffles! Mum picked her up and went to tell K. K immediately burst into tears again. But tears of joy this time, people, tears of joy. Now she has two hamsters!