And life starts over again

I babysat my cousin for my aunt Marilyn today. I didn’t see my aunt much as I grew up and as far as I knew she would never have kids. One day when I was eleven I received news that she would be having my baby cousin Sabrina and it was a joyous day. I said to her on the train ride home that I would have never expected her to have such a crazy, beautiful cousin for me.

You might be wondering why I say crazy? This girl is a mad genius. Today she recited on the spot such a hilarious, cockamamie story about me. It begins in a bagel shop and Sabrina asks me a peculiar question: “do you have gloves Dawn?” I responded back in a silly way and said “what do I look like, the glove lady?” My cousin latched on to this idea and kept repeating it to herself in a giddy way all the way to the train.

We get on the downtown 1 train and she tells her story about Glove Lady to the whole train car. “Poor Glove Lady. She had a glove store and then aliens robbed all of her gloves.” There is much more after this, which I can not recall because at this point I am dying. She describes Glove Lady’s appearance as “she has red skin, red eyes, red shoes, red leggings, a red dress and red hair!”

When my cousin was younger I used to dread babysitting her because there wasn’t much to do besides change her poopy diapers and make funny faces. When she got a little older her speech advanced, but she was always so whiny. Now that she’s seven and can express herself in so many ways I find that I have such a good time with her. She was teaching me how to play the violin today and she was so careful and particular with the way I positioned my fingers on her tiny violin. She gave me a schedule to follow and said “make sure you practice at least fifteen minutes a day.” My cousin teaches me how to be young and I love her for that. I hope she never changes and is always this happy.

I opened my fridge expecting to find some moldy cheese.

To my pleasant surprise there laid a sight before eyes.

Three boxes of Turkish Delight. ^_^

I am such a foodie lately. lol

My next door neighbor Hui died. He was such a sweet, old man. He would always sit outside and smoke an old-fashioned pipe. He looked like Santa Claus and always had a smile on his face. When ever I would see him we would talk about the nice weather. I will miss him very much.