You can't choose your family

Especially when you have a sister, your twin of 8 years apart. The only one you have. The only one you know.

It is the end of the month. The same crisis every month. I am bleeding through my eye to pay for the addiction of my triple shot grande latte daily. There will have to be new habits and some changes made.

I told my sister that my priority is different than hers. And that she should respect them. We got into a debate. It wasn't about me, or about her. It was about my mom.

It seems that when it comes to being an amazing daughter, nothing is ever enough. As much as she would love to hear my everyday, whenever and everytime I spend time with her, on her lap, in her room, on her bed, I tend to speak too much. Sometimes of things that are better for her not to know.

But I've always talk to her about what's important to me : my music, my dances, my partying, my friends, my work, my coffee.

My sister warned me. There will have to be some compromises.

The last thing I want for my mom is more grieve. From me. And with her birthday just around the corner... and so many things to do this weekend, early next month, mid of next month.

I am prepared to move from The Pit to The Rock Zone. And make some changes in my life. To make it easier on my mom.

And watch what I say to my mom.


That's what having sisters are for. She firms me. And keep reminding me she's here to make me a better person. If it takes a lot of yelling at, talking to, then she would do it. Say, she's her mom too. And our mom deserves better. And what kinda sis would she be if she didn't beat me into shape?