Last week was the first time I had seen my sister since her wedding. It was a new experience to see her and Alex in holy matrimony. The life they described during my mother’s birthday dinner sounded idyllic. I was happy for them.
Since Sandhya and Alex work with children, we were also regaled by stories of the various kids they see on a regular basis. The stories caused our mom to remember long-forgotten stories of Sandhya and me during Thanksgiving dinner. While I remember how much fun we had growing up, one of her stories reflected how fond I was of Sandhya from before I could remember.
Well before my sister could walk, my parents told me that they were going to take me to a movie. My first question was, “Can Sandhya come with us?” In fact, I went to ask her myself. My sister wasn’t verbal at the time, but like the show Rugrats, I must have thought we could communicate.
What I didn’t realize was that Sandhya was in her “boxing” phase. That is, her hands would move as if punching an invisible opponent in the air. Walking up to her, I asked, “Sandhya, shall we go see a movie this afternoon?” WAAM! Right in the face. As if to assume a cause-effect relationship for what had just happened, I went crying back to my mom, “All I did was ask her if she wanted to see the movie!”
Sandhya, you’re one tough cookie, and I love you. Alex, you’re a great guy, too, and seeing the two of you together fills me with much happiness.