my sister has a job interview on monday and i'm wishing her all the best. i'm even more excited than she is. i even volunteered to lend her money to re-dye her hair because a disaster happened THE DAY BEFORE SHE GRADUATED.

she went with her best friend to the parlor to get her hair dyed. before she came home, she texted my mom telling her not to be angry with her. it turned out that the person who did her hair made a huge mistake and colored her hair a very light brown that it's almost orange. she cried her heart out even more when she got home. i was scared to go downstairs and look at the horror. when i first saw her, my first reaction was "OH SHIT! BAKIT?!". upon realizing how heartless i was and that she was having a hard time digesting the fact that she would march up that stage for her graduation with orange hair, i quickly said sorry. if the air wasn't too thick with tension, i would have joked "wear a wig instead!". but she sobbed for such a long time that it broke our hearts knowing that the next day was supposed to be her very special day and thanks to that so-called hairstylist, her hair was ruined. but her graduation day turned out okay. she took it in and didn't let it stop her from being happy during her graduation. after she shampooed it the next day, it wasn't so light anymore and we all got used to it. but on monday, it's going to be her big day so my mother and i agreed that she should dye her hair to its natural color again so that she'd make a good impression on her interviewers. i might go with her later to the parlor to get the mistake fixed.

isn't it funny how we feel like we're already old enough and that we already consider ourselves "grown-ups" when regardless of our age, we always keep coming back to our families? i'm talking about our parents, in particular. even if we're old enough to make decisions, we still go to ask help from them for even the smallest things as helping you pick out the right outfit for your job interview and pieces of advice on which step to take next after graduation.

i see that in my sister. now matter how mature she is and how adultlike she acts, she always comes back to my mother or father just like she did when she was a little girl crawling her way to adolescence and then to adulthood. i remember the quote that says, "The family- that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to." (Dodie Smith)