The Sister

My sister is a strange one, but she also has an attitude that I envy. She cares so much, but then again she doesn’t. She’s nice one minute, and will put you in your place the very next.Her life started six years into mine, and completely flipped everything. Not only was there the struggle of her being premature, but we are two totally different people. She was attached to machines for a while, to include time after being released from the hospital. It was a struggle with her, but we made due.

It was like as soon as she was able to show some form of a personality, her entire life was to serve as a pain in my rear. We would argue over toys, argue over the TV, argue over just about anything. It was as though we would argue just to argue.

We argued and we fought, but I loved her, and there was always one thing that we would agree on. We could not and still can’t stand our mother. Pretty much whenever we fought, no matter where it was or what it was over, something of our mother’s would get broken. Looking back on everything, it’s hilarious how that worked out. I guess I should feel bad, but I can’t help it if I don’t.

Anyway, as we got older, there were less fights and they were less stupid. We began to get along more, and we still had this strong bond over the irritation of our mother. That will probably never change. No matter if our bond gets stronger or if it were to disappear all together.

She is literally the reason I do everything that I do. I don’t give up and I always take on more than I can handle. I always manage, and I want her to know, no matter where we start off, there’s always a way out. We grew up in a home that I wouldn’t say was the best, but it also wasn’t the worst, but there is always a way out.

It’s amazing to sit back and look at how far she’s come. She’s so smart, so independent, and probably the most interesting person I’ve ever had a conversation with. Her reasoning behind her opinions are so different, but they make so much sense. It’s awesome to know that I had a big part in her upbringing.

Whenever I go home, she’s one of the very first people to know, and I always try to make plans that include her. We make plans for just the two of us, just to give her a real from our mother. Our mother gets upset and says everything is alright, but in all honesty, she doesn’t know what it’s like to have to deal with her. So any opportunity I get to spend time with her, away from our mother, we are going to take it.

She has no problem telling the world how it is, and expressing herself the way she wants to. She is one of a kind, and I’m lucky to call her my sister.
Have a good one!



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