It's her heart, I carry.

I watched In Her Shoes for like, the fifth (?) round. It’s not usual that I watch a movie over and over again, even if it’s a favorite. Possibly, way back when there was minimal access to the latest flicks, and when there was not yet a so-many-in-one pirated DVDs outbreak.

But, save this one. I feel an urge to slouch in the cot and get my DVD wrapped with Cameron’s faces every so often.

Maybe because at some point, I feel like I am Maggie Feller (Cameron Diaz). So that makes my sister the Rosie Feller (Toni Collette).

I am no dumb. I would never be caught going through drawers after drawers to mooch some cash or worse, positioning myself for sex with a stranger in the bathroom. Oh please.

BUT, I have a great sister. That makes us comparable.

I have an intelligent sister who’s all about being responsible, all the time. She always nails it. She is way up there. And like Rosie, she has found her one true love and was able to marry him even if she was experiencing a mid-life crisis then. Though not so so-Rosie, my sister’s not a loser. She looks good (and hot) in a corporate suit and stilettos.

I have a great deal of praises to my one and only sister. I want to be like her and I’m pretty sure I can, or even get in her doorstep. Besides, I don’t have a defect like Maggie (She is dyslexic.) Though if I continue slacking for the next years or so, then, I might as well turn to be one unemployed little horror too.

So anyway, more than those similarities I and my sister have with the Fellers, the most significant is the special link that we have.

I and my sister have an out of the ordinary connection. Despite the age gap and her rare stopovers at our house, we remain tight. I always envied sisters who get to spend every single day with each other even if it means dealing with mood swings and stealing things from each other (which I and ate still do, haha) day after day. I always wish we could be like them.

Still, I am happy.

No matter how infrequent, it feels so good that we still share a chuckle or two.

And we still irritate each other - over a pretty pair of shoes.

“I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart” (ee cummings)

my sister with her first child