like an older sister
My cousin and I had a chat yesterday. (She was my matron of honor on our wedding.) At first, we talked about shopping, well, quite expectedly. She said she can send my loots sometime in December when my aunt comes home. Then we started talking about mommy stuff. She, being a mother of two, knows a lot about these things. I consulted her about good schools around our area, pediatric dentists and the anti-cervical cancer shot. We agreed we’ll get our shots together sometime in January next year when she gets back from California.
I told her I had my gall bladder removed this year. She asked me if I had a bikini cut. She was quite shocked to know that it was an ugly cut across my upper abdomen. Then she asked (of all other things), “So you can no longer wear two piece sexy swimwear?!” Hahaha. Well, I said “yes, unfortunately, unless I get a tattoo over the ugly scar.”
It was nice chatting with her. It felt like I have an older sister.
