Johnny Cherie is a very loving sister. She and I had a very close bond when she was little. I left for college after she turned 5 and didn't realize how much she missed me until I heard her say over the phone, "Charlotte, I love you. I miss you. I want you to come home."
That was the sound my heart made as it fell into my stomach. I loved and missed her too. As much as I loved college, part of me longed to go home as well.
Fast forward to now. She is a sophomore in high school and I'm headed to my 10 year reunion soon. On occasion, just for fun, we will say to the other, "I love you. I miss you. I want you to come home." Never mind the fact we actually live together.
This morning she said something different. I'm sure it's the new way of saying "I love you" since she and I share that type of bond. However, I was a little confused so perhaps you can help me translate teenage lingo.
She came into my room around 7:20. She was wearing red basketball shorts, a black and white stripe sock, a flip flop, a basketball shoe, another mismatched sock, a over sized t-shirt, a tank top on top of the tee, a tie around her head, suspenders, a belt, a necklace, and a coat. I looked at her odd outfit and paused long enough for her to say, "Today is tacky day at school. I need to borrow some of your clothes."
I love you, too?