6 Reasons Why My Sisters are My Best Friends

6 Reasons Why My Sisters are My Best Friends

They are always there, even when you don't want them to be

Anyone with sisters knows the struggle of the love-hate relationship that comes with your sister. I have four other siblings, two brothers and two sisters. My sisters and I grew up sharing everything because we are so close in age, which I believe is why we are so close today, There are times when I want to hurt my sisters, especially when I see them wearing my clothes, but there are so many more moments when I can't wait to talk to, hug, and sing Hannah Montana with my sisters.

1. We have the same sense of humor

My sisters can say one word to me to make me laugh. Whenever there is a tense moment in the family, I can count on one of my sisters to crack a joke and lighten the mood. I cannot count the amount of times my dad told us to stop being mean to each other and we would respond "That's just how we talk to each other".

2. We wear the same size clothes

Two more closets! Nothing better than not having anything to wear and being able to look through two more wardrobes. While this may start wars at home, I always find something to wear.

3. They are always there for you

They have seen me at my worst and at my best. They are always there to hug after a long day or dance when in need of a study break.

4. The Secret Language

As children, we would mumble nonsense to each other and know exactly what the other is saying. Now, this language has evolved into simple looks and small phrases that make up whole conversations.

5. You can be worst enemies and best friends in the same hour

These texts were sent within the span of thirty minutes.

6. They aren't afraid to hurt your feelings

I always text my sisters first when deciding what to post on Instagram or figuring out what outfit to wear because I know that they don't care if they hurt my feelings.

Although at times my sisters drive me crazy, being away from them in college has helped me realize that they are my best friends, the ones who know me the best.

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A Letter To The Grandpas Who Left Far Too Soon

The thoughts of a girl who lost both of her grandpas too early.

Dear Grandpa,

As I get older, my memories are starting to fade. I try to cling to every last bit of memory that I have of you. There are certain memories that have stuck well in my brain, and I probably will never forget them, at least I hope I don't. I remember your smile and your laugh. I can still remember how your voice sounded. I never want to forget that. I catch myself closing my eyes to try to remember it, playing your voice over and over in my head so that I can ingrain it in my memory.

I always thought you were invincible, incapable of leaving me. You were so young, and it caught us all by surprise. You were supposed to grow old, die of old age. You were not supposed to be taken away so soon. You were supposed to see me graduate high school and college, get married to the love my life, be there when my kids are born, and never ever leave.

My heart was broken when I heard the news. I don't think I had experienced a pain to that level in my entire life. At first, I was in denial, numb to the thought that you were gone. It wasn't until Thanksgiving, then Christmas, that I realized you weren't coming back. Holidays are not the same anymore. In fact, I almost dread them. They don't have that happy cheer in the air like they did when you were alive. There is a sadness that hangs in the air because we are all thinking silently how we wished you were there. I hope when I am older and have kids that some of that holiday spirit comes back.

You know what broke my heart the most though? It was seeing your child, my parent, cry uncontrollably. I watched them lose their dad, and I saw the pain that it caused. It scared me, Grandpa, because I don't ever want to lose them like how they lost you. I can't imagine a day without my mom or dad. I still see the pain that it causes and how it doesn't go away. There are good days and there are bad days. I always get upset when I see how close people are to their grandparents and that they get to see them all the time. I hope they realize how lucky they are and that they never take it for granted. I wish I could have seen you more so that I could have more memories to remember you by.

I know though that you are watching over me. That is where I find comfort in the loss. I know that one day I will get to see you again, and I can't wait for it. I hope I have made you proud. I hope that all that I have accomplished and will accomplish makes you smile from ear to ear. I hope that the person I marry is someone you would approve of. And I hope that my kids get more time with their grandpa than I did because the amount I got wasn't fair.

I want to say thank you for raising your child to be the best parent ever because they will one day be the best grandparent ever. Just like you.

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Big Brother, Here's What You Really Need To Know

No matter how old we get, I will always be your little sister.

Growing up nearly five years apart hasn’t been easy. We were never close enough in age to bond over similar troubles nor were we far enough in age to ignore the other’s existence. Stuck in an awkward middle, we made it work.

There was a time when I was attached at your hip. I thought you were the coolest person on the planet, so I made a point to do everything you did. Sorry if you found that annoying. Hopefully all the times I waited on your hand and foot for hours just to get thirty minutes of playing time on the PlayStation made up for it.

Naturally, we didn’t always get along.

I remember a period of time where we wanted absolutely nothing to do with one another. Nasty name calling, a fat lip, and a lot of yelling later, you had suddenly grown up. You were always gone for one reason or another, and when you were home, you camped out in the basement with never much to say.

Sometimes I would sit on the couch and watch you play video games, searching for something to say in hopes that things would go back to the way they once were, but instead, I just enjoyed your presence.

If I’m being completely honest, I used to be jealous. Maybe that’s my middle child syndrome speaking, but you seemed to be the favorite child who had everything, and our younger brother was spoiled rotten. Which left me to just…exist.

Even as I threw myself a pity party, you were the only person I ever looked up to.

As I went off to college nearly 700 miles from everything I’ve known, I’m glad you are only 60 miles away with a free meal and good conversation. It’s meant the world to me during a chaotic year.

Thanks for being my big brother.

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