3 Days to Christmas

In the beginning of my law school career, I went through the painstaking process of looking for an apartment and someone to live with. After contacting several potential roommates, the four of us decided to meet in the food court at the mall. Little did I know, my usual cheeriness scared off my current roommate at that meeting, and I had to settle to live with another. During the school year, I was often stranded at school, and the girl that I scared off always offered me rides home. Soon we became study buddies and eventually we were studying so much together that we were thinking of living in the study room at our school. After knowing me for a year, she determined that my cheeriness was not due to a hidden psychosis, but from a naturally enthusiastic personality, and so naturally, we decided to live together. From having similar culture and taste in food to cooking together and reading each other’s minds, we go together with so much ease.

One day, my parents came over to bring us food, as they often do. Dad always prepares a lunch for me, my roommate, and Chris. As my roommate and I sat there eating, mom and dad started attacking anything in our apartment that appeared dirty. There we were, eating, talking, and laughing, suddenly I felt that this must be what it feels like to have a sister. Being an only child, I’ve been wanting a sibling to finish my sentences; a sibling who emails me at the exact same second when we’re at the opposite ends of the world; a sibling who cooks something that I’ve been craving for the last three days without telling her so, and a sibling who will receive my telepathic messages to bring home a tub of yogurt enough to feed a small army. Over the last 2 ½ years of playing and suffering through school together, she has become more of a family member than a girl that I share rent with. It is 3 days before Christmas, and I am so thankful to have her in my life. I will always love and appreciate our adventures together.