Jab Jab, Straight Right!
I have a stubborn sister, more than me, which means she’s a seriously stubborn, only sibling. She’s almost 7 years younger. That’s a lot compared to many siblings I’ve seen. Well, my mamma really wanted a daughter. She’s unlike me in certain ways, I was a skinny fella, wait, I still am. She packs more pounds compared to me at her age. She can be lazy at times and weirdly comments right in front of the person’s face, which often is insulting if not sarcastic. She’s over-enthusiastic about telling jokes and she’s bad at it, probably the worst. Video games and animated movies are her things, to extend, dog videos and kittens. Certain things that don’t come as good traits but I find amusing are her tit-for-tat policies. If you don’t do good by her, wait for her to show you her cards. My mamma has often mentioned, it in a fun manner. She’ll sell me in a market and get herself food to eat. Something along the lines of survival of the fittest.
I really adore this picture, she was a very cute kid, consider me the more photogenic child *insert cocky emoji*. The day after she was born is a very vivid memory in my head. The first time I dressed for school. Everything from hair to shoes. Who has a younger sister? ME! I was full of enthusiasm that day, I had pops get sweets to school because my classmates and teachers ought to know. Considering I was their center, academically well and anything co-curricular child. I was genuinely congratulated in the staff room.
I think I got to be Popeye because of a cute sister. XD
She prefers wearing my old football jerseys and shorts. So today, I started to teach her how to box, I often mention, you should be able to kick ass if it comes to some troubling boys. She tore her classmate’s notebook back in third grade, he did come to me complaining, I sent him back saying it’d have been his doing first which apparently was true.
Coming to how to box, I tell her how to jab, then I ask her to pull two of them together on my palms. It was fun, she was more energetic about it than I expected. After jabs, I teach her the straight right and a right cross, It was tough for her to get the body swing. But she realized the difference and I could see that in her reach. Countless times I made her throw a combination of Jab, Jab, and Straight Right!
The hooks are pretty weak, don’t get the motion right, and the uppercuts are far. But it was fun. At times, I wanna sit, relax, or be involved in anything of my own. She’d ask me to raise my hands, palm facing. She’ll start punching. She can be persuasively irritating to continue or involve in an activity. Her pushup count is zero but managed 5 crunches after excruciating efforts.
I’m eager to see if her enthusiasm stays the same this morning and for days lying in tomorrow. She’s well, she.
