So, late this morning, just before my Mon and I started a routine, she asked me if we were washing my hair today. I used to wash my hair every single day when I could but now I have to settle for getting it washed every other day because it’s a lot of work and I can’t do it by myself anymore. When I let my Mom know that we are washing my hair today, she grabbed a towel from off of the dryer in my room. She came out of my room with the towel and called to me, “Come on, girl!”
When she told me this, I started adjusting my wheelchair that was in a reclined position to get it to be able to move. I had just finished adjusting it and was about to move when, just as sweet as you please, Leia jumped up from her bed in the living room and ran to my Mom and sat in front of her in the bathroom doorway. I started to laugh and looked earlier and told her that, “She’s not talking to you! She’s talking to me!”
My Mom reached down and petted her head and laughed. My Mom has been calling me, “Girl” for as long as I can remember and I know I have written about that fact here on my blog before. Well, both Sean and my Nom call Leia some variation of girl. Usually it’s, “Pretty Girl.” I told Leia to move aside because I need to get my hair washed. I’ve never had competition before being the only girl in my family but I guess I do now!