I’ve got mail. Received a wedding invitation yesterday. My little sister is going to do it. Once again. After divorcing once, single moming four fine kids superbly during the last ten or so years, she feels the need to get married a second time. I don’t know how to feel. What to think. I don’t even want to be there to witness it, to be honest. I was her brides maid, way back, when she first got married. She was really only a kid, then. I dug out her wedding picture today. Her eyes more frightened than anything else. Yet resolved. Stubborn, like she used to be since the day she was born. Fighting severe illnesses as a newborn and as a toddler, even on into her puberty. But one thing she could always rely on: my unlimited support in everything she wanted to do. And now, all of a sudden, I hesitate. I feel like I should warn her. Maybe because I believe, she’s about to put out fire with gasoline? Or is it just because I am such a clinger-oner to the past, not able to divorce my estranged husband after over twelve years of separation? I am worried, though. For her. She’s my little sister, forever to love and to hold. No vows needed on this one.
Cat People, David Bowie
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