sarah moonface is in town. some may also know her as my sister sarah. you know, the genius girl with a big face like a moon. whenever people made fun of the size of her head, she just said she had a bigger brain. she and i used to call ourselves pinky and the brain. i was okay being pinky then...but now as i have grown and matured, i realize the brain is the important one. pinky's just there for the 5-12 year old laughs. type-cast, i guess.
sarah moonface used to torture me when we were little. once she told me i could fly and i tried flapping my wings from the piano to the couch. landed on the piano bench and have a scar memento. another time she strapped me to a rocking chair, put a metal colander on my head and tipped me backwards "sending me to the moon". another instance she tied a plastic jump rope around my waist and had me "bungee jump" off our 2nd floor railing. she told me i had rabies because i was frothing from the mouth. she was the only one who knew the chipmunk i had caught bit me a few weeks back (still paranoid about that). she also would shove me in the bottom of the sleeping bag when she would ride it down the stairs. sisters are friends forever.
maybe the word torture is a bit too extreme. i was a wild girl, willing to be sent to space and attempt living room flight. my scraggly head of hair growing to a point down my usually bare back was a signal that i could not be tamed. sarah was the only ringmaster willing to take on the challenge. im glad she did. im glad for the memories, the scars and the stories. i'm glad i can get my hair cut evenly now and that we are friends who are very different, but still love each other very very much.
i just went to say goodnight and i love you to moonface when i caught her watching a Japanese mockumentry. i love her more now. a smart, talented, beautiful and unique woman who loves cheese and the obscure humor netflix has to offer as much as i do. i'm so proud she's mine and i'm so happy she's home.
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