Nevergirl’s

We played with marbles and rubber bands and snacked on mansanitas we picked ourselves. We made up words and fought over who invented which word first. We ate bread, Japanese corn, Bazooka, and mud pies but we never got fat and the mud didn’t turn us into swamp creatures at all. We had no toys and personal computers but we had bikes and skipping ropes. We skipped all the way to our friends’ houses and practiced riding our bikes handless. We never wore helmets and sometimes fell onto ditches. We got bruised; we broke bones; we punched each other black and blue but we always made peace afterwards.

Today, all we do is tease each other mercilessly. We pick on the brother’s girlfriend of the moment and make fun of Allaine’s hair. We give each other ridiculous nicknames (bingka, bayot, super love) and discuss the miracle of toilet paper. We ask Jonah if she still has elf’s ears. We give each other bangs – and if the haircut don’t turn out as we’d hoped it would, we shrugged it off. Hair grows; siblings don’t – not from follicles, anyway. Years from today, we will grow grey hairs. We will acquire charm along with eczema. We will lose our looks, eyesight, agility, and libidos. But as long as we have each other, who cares about bedpans and dentures? A part of us will always remain the children we were back in ’93.

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