parchment&tea

My sister wants to go to culinary school. She told me today and everything just made… sense. While her hands were furiously stirring melted white chocolate over the homemade double boiler, her eyes were shining. She’s figured things out. Though she is but 16, there is already this sense of a ‘lost cause’ in our house. She doesn’t get straight A’s. She doesn’t play sports. Now? Now, she has figured it out and, yet, she tells me she’s ‘not sure mom and dad will support her.’ 

I get angry.

I looked at them differently the rest of the evening, having found them guilty of a heinous crime. Who are they to not support her? Who are they to want what they want?

My sister annoys me constantly. She’s self-interested and sometimes a little naive but today… today she was a grown woman who had already resigned herself to settling.

I wish I could cry.

Now? Now I have a personal goal. I am going to get her to culinary school because that is where she will shine and, more importantly, where she wants to be. Supporting her dreams is something I can give time towards, even when she talks too fast and in circles. She’s my baby. My little sis. Who am I to not praise her? Who I am to say she can’t?

She so can.

She will.