I like the way you always tell me to watch out for duck poop every single time when we're at your campus.
I like how you always say no when I offer you food, but look so happy when I tell you I can't finish it and you eat it instead.
I like how you whistle the concerto I'm learning when you do the dishes.
I like your fobby outfits.
I like how you do push-ups and kungfu while you wait for the food to microwave or cook.
I like how you give in to buying junk food and hide it behind the bag of uncooked rice in the pantry so Mom won't find out.
I like how much you enjoy jokes that make fun of George W. Bush.
I like how you are always on my side without questioning me.
I like how you let me follow my dreams and never imposed on me your own dreams.
I like (but sometimes hate) how opinionated and outspoken you are.
I like how you don't yell at me for something I did wrong but already feel awful about.
I like how you like to talk to me about your mom and dad and how much you loved them.
I like how excited you get one somebody tells you that they like math.
I like how you're always shouting precautions to my mom and me as we back out the driveway to go somewhere, and stand there watching us until we've driven off.
I like how even though I must've been the most evil, unbearable daughter to raise, you still woke up every morning and fixed breakfast for me even though I just wanted to eat cereal and could get it myself. And that you always gave me a ride to school even if I spent the whole morning yelling at you for no reason. And how you always wake up at 3 am and check on me (I know this because most of the time I'm only feigning sleep). And sometimes you'll get mad at me and things get broken, but then later, before I apologize, I'll catch you trying to fix it with glue or tape. Or later you buy another one to replace it, and say nothing to me about it. And how you take me to all of my lessons even if that means you have to cancel or reschedule your tutoring appointments. And how you took care of me at home for an entire homeschooling school year and didn't go crazy.
I am going to miss you.
Love, Alice
I like how you always say no when I offer you food, but look so happy when I tell you I can't finish it and you eat it instead.
I like how you whistle the concerto I'm learning when you do the dishes.
I like your fobby outfits.
I like how you do push-ups and kungfu while you wait for the food to microwave or cook.
I like how you give in to buying junk food and hide it behind the bag of uncooked rice in the pantry so Mom won't find out.
I like how much you enjoy jokes that make fun of George W. Bush.
I like how you are always on my side without questioning me.
I like how you let me follow my dreams and never imposed on me your own dreams.
I like (but sometimes hate) how opinionated and outspoken you are.
I like how you don't yell at me for something I did wrong but already feel awful about.
I like how you like to talk to me about your mom and dad and how much you loved them.
I like how excited you get one somebody tells you that they like math.
I like how you're always shouting precautions to my mom and me as we back out the driveway to go somewhere, and stand there watching us until we've driven off.
I like how even though I must've been the most evil, unbearable daughter to raise, you still woke up every morning and fixed breakfast for me even though I just wanted to eat cereal and could get it myself. And that you always gave me a ride to school even if I spent the whole morning yelling at you for no reason. And how you always wake up at 3 am and check on me (I know this because most of the time I'm only feigning sleep). And sometimes you'll get mad at me and things get broken, but then later, before I apologize, I'll catch you trying to fix it with glue or tape. Or later you buy another one to replace it, and say nothing to me about it. And how you take me to all of my lessons even if that means you have to cancel or reschedule your tutoring appointments. And how you took care of me at home for an entire homeschooling school year and didn't go crazy.
I am going to miss you.
Love, Alice
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