when i was younger i used to share my bedroom with my older sister. she would sleep on the side closest to the window and we had this huge furniture in the middle that would separate her side from mine, that was close to the door.
when we traveled to france to see my uncle and aunt after my parents got a divorce, my sister got really suspsicious that when we came back, my mom would have turned my dad's office into her new room.
and she was right.
the day we got back, she had a room just for her, decorated all in pink.
i remember being fascinated by the pearl curtain she had around her bed that smelled exactly like fire. i would go around the pearls and pull them all the time.
after my sister "grew out" of her pink and transparent fase she gave me the pearl curtain which i later broke by hanging on it too much.
when she moved to the office, i kept the biggest bedroom of the house but i didn't care about it. i wanted HER room. it was newer and it had her stuff.
every time she left for school i would go in there to just look around everything. every time she didn't want something anymore, i would take it. i got her clothes, her ipod, the cd holder, the magnet board, infinite things.
after some time, she traveled with her school to israel to spend around two weeks. two weeks of her room being empty, all mine.
i talked to my mom and she let me stay in her room while she was gone and that's what i did.
i felt like a grown up. i had grown up things, grown up movies, grown up books.
since very young, i was always very curious. i don't think i wanted her things because they were better, but because they were new things for me to test out. i was like that with everything.
i always love to try new foods, go to new places, watch new movies, listen to new music, meet new people. you got it, i like to do new things.
that curiosity of mine sometimes overlooked what was considered dangerous or "out of limits".
while my sister was in israel and i was staying at her room, i decided to open the window and climb out there. stay on the very slim parapet that only gave space for half my feet.
i stayed standing there for a while, just looking around wandering what would happen if i accidentaly slipped. even though that was a scary thought, the feeling of being there, having the best seat to look at the sky made me wanna stay.
my mom caught me doing that and yelled at me a lot, i listened to it for hours. listened that i was very irresponsible, that i could've fallen or that the parapet could have broken, that for very little i didn't die. that i didn't care for life.
she prohibited me to be on my sister's room and i had to move back to my room but i also had that same window so that wouldn't change much.
now i know the sense of wariness and cautioness, but that doesn't always stop me to do what i'm curious to do. it's just there, as a guide book that i read whenever i feel like it.
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