and faffing about on Facebook you barely get half a conversation out of that one.
Being the oldest, I'll complain about Niamh first. She loves The Lion King in the same way that one loves a family member or close friend. It's a weird obsession. When I was born, my auntie bought her it on DVD, naturally. So, since the day I reached my family home, the songs and script of The Lion King have been imprinted in my mind. I find myself chanting The Circle of Life at the end of exams until we leave. I think it was safe to say that The Lion King was the theme tune of my youth and my teens and as I go into my late teens, it's still there. She turned eighteen last year, and for her birthday she had a Lion King themed cake, which was the same theme she had when she turned three.
In the years it's been growing up, she has probable become more juvenile. I like to think I have grown up, but the only one out of all of us who acts a little older than she did when she was ten, it Ciarra.
Ciarra is like the mother people wish they didn't have. She shouts at me when I leave things on her bed, and she throws insults at me. The other day I was sitting on the couch watching 90210 at ten in the morning. She walks in, dressed, which is something new for her at that time of the morning. She is usually still in bed. She goes to me, 'are you gonna stay on the couch all day?'. I would have ignored her, but when she followed it with a 'lazy bitch' I think it was safe to say she deserved a slap. I thought it only suiting to deliver it to her.
Though I suppose I understand why. She isn't our real sister you see. She was found on the steps of a Shanghai orphanage when she was only hours old, bless her. She was sent to us to raise as one of our own. Okay, not really. The story comes from the planning of Niamh's eighteenth, which she was going to have the family around dressed as Disney characters, again showing her level of maturity. Along with the help of our cousin, we were giving everyone in the family a character that they could be. I was Esmeralda of The Hunchback of Notre Dame, while Niamh went for the ever so classy Nala from The Lion King, because she wanted to be a girl. Mum was going to be Pocahontas, but I can't quite recall why, and Dad said he wanted to be Baloo from the Jungle Book. When Ciarra couldn't think of anyone Niamh suggested Mulan, for the sole reason that Ciarra loved Mulan when she was younger. I missed a big part of the conversation through through telling Nanna about why she should be the fairy god-mother from Cinderella. Later, Niamh said to me, 'Erin, wasn't Ciarra found on the step of a Shanghai orphanage when she was a baby. She's adopted isn't she Erin.' I replied with a 'Oh yeah. Before mum and dad called you Ciarra you were going to be called Lei Ming.'
The next day, when Ciarra reminded us of the other life me and Niamh had told her all about, and her parents back in China, who were farmers on the Yangtze River, we told her it was true. Mum and Dad went along, and to this day we stand by the story. It has become a joke, and she even answers to Lei. Or Georgie, but that's a different story.
So Lei has a fair few names we have given her actually. We call her (some to her face, others behind her back):
- Lei Ming - Because she is a Chinese orphan
- The Golden Child - Because she is the favourite
- The Angel Child - Because she is the favourite and can do no wrong
But I suppose Niamh has her names too:
- Ninoo - she chose that herself. Don't ask.
- Niamhy - she chose that herself. I don't know.
- Niamhy-noo - she chose that herself. I bet your worrying about her sanity. Me too.
And then there is me. And the names they have for me.
- Seven - when dad shouts me, if sounds like he is shouting 'seven'.
- Ezzle Bezzle - I bet you can't guess who came up with that one. Yeah, Niamh.
- The most clever and beautiful out of all the Wenham women - okay they don't. But it's true.
Well, I am sure that through writing this blog many more stories about them two will come out. So until next time.
Bye Bye.
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