Sisters

Ch - 2 Julia

My sister, who is more like a stepmother, nice, funny stepmother, was 28 at the time of the accident, and I was 23. She was a really active, extroverted and sporty person, and really friendly and sometimes mischievous, too.

Basically she was completely... you know, let me just throw in my special batch of words for her-

Completely indefatigable, versatile, stoical, perspicacious, magnanimous, intrepid and scintillating! (whew!) And oh, beautiful, really pretty and grand she was, like a royal princess.

Total perfection freak, will be how I'd like to say it.

Every day I would dread about the accident and my legs as if my life was over forever. Julia did end up looking at me blankly for a minute and then would roll her eyes and sigh, both at the same time, as if thinking, heaven help me with this miserable wretch, whenever I confessed this thought of mine. Then she would say that she didn't believe her amazing and perfect and pretty and whatnot sister could be like this. I just used to smile and brush it off. She used to hang up thousands of adverts of different jobs and weekly and daily quizzes in malls. She had earned a good position in a bank with a high salary, and she was really hardworking and earned that position quickly. Our selfish parents said we had to earn by ourselves so we could learn to be independent, but Julia didn't have a problem with that. She always loved challenges. The house which we (from the money I used to earn through writing books and through Julia's job) bought was spacious, comfy and had three floors, an attic, a basement and a porch. Every morning at the dining table at 8 in the morning we would discuss how her work was going, fashion models, football, volleyball games (believe it or not, me and Julia were huge football and volleyball fans), newspapers, the weather, etc. etc., and when she came back at 5 in the afternoon, we would talk and laugh while we both prepared dinner and eat at six and go out for a walk and me for, well, a wheelchair ride to Hillside Park shortly before dinner along with our dog, Whitney. I would wait for Julia a lot,and would spend my time reading books, writing books (I was a part-time author, and I did get a good deal of money from that and was starting to get famous and often received letters from readers and other authors about how much they loved my books and writing styles), drawing sketches, (I'm pretty good at sketching, I mean I can draw photorealistic drawings), singing, playing my violin (I'm pretty good at music) going out on a walk with our dog Whitney, who is a Husky(she's freaking adorable!). While going out I used a robotic type of wheelchair, which was powered by buttons, and at home, I used a wheelchair that needed the wheels to be moved by hand. I loved to draw self-portraits because I'm gonna admit it, I was kind of a narcissist.

 I mean, I loved the way I looked and admitted I was really beautiful. I had hazel-blue eyes, long smooth and silky golden-brown hair, pink lips, a fair, rosy hue, and a genuinely perfect smile. Julia had dark brown hair, wavier than mine, same, but darker eyes with a golden tan kind of skin tone.

We both were really pretty, I have to say.