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I have no shame about how I looked from 1988-1994, even though I definitely should.  It was not the prettiest time in my life, and for my early childhood, my mom cut my hair like a boy and then confused me and everyone around me by making wear frilly dresses.  But then as I grew older, she allowed me to dress myself, and it was a horrible mess.  And puberty was not forgiving on me, especially with glasses and braces and frizzy frizzy hair.

I will show you the pictures.  I have no shame.  It was not a pretty time.

I am seven years older than my brother, and he quickly replaced me as the baby in the family, and perhaps not coincidentally, that is when it all went downhill for my looks.  We all spoiled him to death, but his cuteness left when he grew into his own awkward stage, and then the only person who spoiled him was our mother, who LITERALLY SUFFOCATES HIM with affection (on a daily basis).  He can get away with anything, and whenever he does anything normal, like finish a home cooked meal, we have to fan my mother to prevent her from fainting from love.  I joke you not.

It is the youngest boy syndrome.  I know it well, I am married to another baby of the family.  Don’t even get me started.

Here he is, when he was a chubby chunk of love and we were living in Florida.  I still remember well the shirt I am wearing.  I loved it.

HELLO buck teeth.  I think this was the time when I lost two the teeth on either side of my two front teeth, and when I smiled I would stick those teeth out front.  Why?  Why?

I am pretty sure my mom cut my bangs here.  This is before I cut my own bangs.  That was the really really bad stage.

Anyways, isn’t Sina just adorable there?  Look at those cheeks!!  When I asked Sina tonight about what I should blog about, he mentioned Thanksgivings of years past.  The last two I was abroad, and the years before that were a blur.  But I do remember when my mom would cook turkey for thanksgiving, as well as some persian food along side it.  The turkey was for Nava, who really embraces Thanksgiving food.  The persian food was for me (and probably my mom), cause I just can’t get into turkey, or cornbread or cranberry sauce.  And I am pretty sure there was a time when she also had a pizza on hand, for Sina, because he is her baby, and he gets to eat whatever he wants, whenever he wants.  Cause he is the littlest brother, the baby, and a spoiled brat.

But I love him.  Despite our age difference, Sina and I have always gotten along really well, and when mom makes Sina delicious food, he would share with me.  That cemented the relationship.

When I asked Nava, the older sister, what I should write about, she immediately turned it about herself.  I think that is the older sibling characteristic.  That, and she is very smart and incredibly stubborn.  The only other child I have heard of being more stubborn than Nava is…again Pedram.  Is this why I am attracted to him?

Nava is currently in Brazil for medical research, and wanted me to write about Jessica Alba and her movie, “Honey”.  I guess that is what is showing in Puerto Allegre at this time.  Aside from that, she is doing some cool research, and apparently buying some great clothes.

Nava and I are two years apart, and we are incredibly close, with the occasional hot/cold moments.  Except they are more like arctic freeze/blazing fire.

Drama, it makes sisterhood so much better.  But I love her too.  Sometimes you need a little bit of drama, especially when you are very close.  How close?  Lets just say we went through our awkward phase together.  That stuff will bond you closer than superglue.

I told you. I have no shame.