| Category: | Movies | | Genre: | Drama |
I finally finished watching In her shoes this morning while I was getting ready for work. I brought the dvd a few months back, hoping to get some quiet time at home and enjoy a movie marathon with some friends but never got around in doing it.
In her shoes is a story about two sisters that doesn't have anything in common except the blood that runs through their veins and a shoe size. They're two peas in a pod but just can't stand each other. Eventually, their relationship climax to an ultimate hate relationship until they find each other again as they, also, rediscover a long lost grandmother.
Watching it made me think of my sister, Rita.
We're three years apart and were the only siblings for quite some time until my brother was born seven years after her. We fought a lot as kids and have always been on the different ends of the spectrum. I don't think we ever actually considered each other as friends while growing up.
I don't know when things started to change but we eventually realized, we laugh more when we're together, that there are things that we don't need to say but we know we both understand. I've always been looking out after her, since I'm achi. But then I realized, all along, she had been looking after me as well.
Growing up, we couldn't stand being close to each other but I never thought that I would be so sad when she had to move away. I cried so hard when she left and even after. I still feel sad and shed a few tears whenever I remember her and would think that things would be so much better if I have around for the things are going on back home. We look forward for quick vacations she gets here and a quicker vacation that I get to do over in Boston.
In the movie, Rose, the older sister, naturally is the more responsible one, always looking out for her little sister, Maggi, who has learning disabilities and too happy-go-lucky for her own good.
I wish I could claim the same for me and my sister but I think I'm secure enough of myself to say that the situation is that of the opposite with me and Rita.
Rich has always been the responsible one while I have been the crazy, wacky, black sheep sister. Maybe that's why growing up with her made it seem so unbearable. But in all our differences, we were never envious of each other. I'm proud of my sister. She is the most talented singer and artist that I know. I don't know what she can actually be proud of with me but at the very least, I know that I can make her laugh and that's enough for me.
GangstaAnd like what Rose said about her sister, Maggi: without her, I don't make sense.
Take_me_seriously Its true. My humor and eccentricities makes more sense to my sister than any other person in this world.
I don't know if she reads my entries. I doubt if she does. But a poem was read by Maggi, Cameron Diaz's character in the movie that made me bawl even more. (I guess its worthy to note, that it's my sister that first find out that I'm the most iyakin among our family - which is true as well.) Anyway, I think this poem is appropriate for me and my sister as well specially now that she's miles away from me and my family.
i carry your heart with me
ee cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it (anywhere i go, you go my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secred nobody knows
(here is the root of the root, the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of the tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or the mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart
(i carry it in my heart)
i'll cross the oceans for you, little sister...
i love you,
ate
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