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[delga]

So, I'm Indian, right? I mean, there are a whole host of ways in which I am the most English person you will ever meet, but I'm more culturally Indian than I am culturally English, and whatever, that's what it is to be a first gen, non-ghettocised British Asian. But what it means is: I am emotionally retarded. My parents are emotionally retarded. Nobody in this house says I love you or gives spontaneous hugs. When The Dad tried to hug me after my GCSE results, it was the most awkward thing ever. Well done means I am proud of you means I love you. And that's fucked up but it's how we do things and it works for us. For me, my mum, and my dad.

Nineteen years ago today our family gained a not-emotionally-retarded person, a person who talks all the goddamn time, a person who panics with little provocation and instead of supressing it makes damn sure that you know she is not kosher with the current state of affairs. This addition to the family used to refuse to go to sleep, run out into the road without looking, and gets cranky if she is still awake at 11pm. She is generally all-round clingy and frustrating and expects me to talk to her when I get home from work, the hell?

She is pretty badass, actually.

I'm saying: it's my sister's birthday. She speaks Spanish, fluently! She is some sort of mathematical genius! She is studying, like, a thousand subjects as part of her undergrad! She is in love with Ziva David and listens to music I give her years after the fact and eventually realises that I am correct, and it is awesome. She emails me pictures of Mark Harmon that she finds around the web. Sometimes we go to the cinema together and love all the same things. She gets excited about the stupidest things and quotes shows at me when I am not expecting it. The girl has not watched Spooks but loves things like One Tree Hill, and one day I will rectify that shit, as is my duty. She is an actual human being who drives me round the bend and is also my friend and I will never tell her out loud (see above re: emotional retardation) but I will post pictures of Charlize Theron on tumblr and she will hopefully know that despite everything ever, I love her.

Yo, yaiyeishka, happy birthday! Have a lovely day! I will definitely eat pizza with you and your weird friends tonight! Love, Me, That Grumpy Person Who Lives in the Room at the Front of the House, No, Not That One, the Other One xx