My little sister, Emily, is one of my favorite people for oh so many reasons. That’s why I'm going to start a new segment of my blog called "why i love emily"
Today’s story is called "America." This story takes place in our parent’s lovely home in Lake Orion, Michigan. Emily, approximately 20, and myself age 21 or 22 are both visiting on a random weekend home from college (Emily was an honor roll student at the University of Michigan). We shared a conversation which is as follows:
E: Case, I don't understand how South America is AMERICA.
C: What do you mean?
E: I mean, it’s not really America.
C: Well, it’s not the country of The United States of America. It’s the Continent of South America.
E: No, I know it’s a continent. [yet is somehow still unsatisfied and confused. And a little peeved as if I had insulted her intelligence]
C: Like how Mexico is part of North America the Continent, but not part of the United States of America the country. [Still really nothing from Emily] our country is also called "America" but it’s the United States OF America. It’s not THE America.
E: But do they say "God Bless America." [note. period. not even question mark.]
C: [Laughing] Umm... I would assume not. But I don't think they say that in Mexico either.
E: Yeah... but that’s different.
I don't think I even asked how that was different. I just accepted the fact that because they don't say "God bless America," to her, South America was not America.
NOTE about this segment as a whole. I have 3 Siblings and 45 foster siblings all of whom I love dearly. And will share random stories about periodically (in accordance with HIPPA guidelines of course). And, even though there are a lot of stories about Emily being "misinformed" I in no way am insulting her intelligence. She's SO smart... Graduated top of her class at UofM and is starting her Master's in the fall- and i couldn't be prouder. ALSO, I can’t wait for my older sister Kelly’s Video Blog to be up and running, which you should all follow as well because it will be hilarious. However. I have Way more stories about Emily being… Emily, and will probably share those more often with no sense of favoritism, but rather marketability.
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Lovely. And thanks for the shout out.
ReplyDeleteYou should soon tell the story of Emily raising her hand in lecture to inform her class that she is not from America. Oh, and of when she told her fellow classmates her name was Emma.
Oh Emily...
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