Dear Hanny,
First and foremost, thank you. You have there for me my whole life when I felt alone or desolate in this world of strangers that can be cruel and rude. You aren't just my sister, you are my best friend. I know I can say whatever comes to my mind and you immediately can relate or support my thought.
When I was younger, one of my favorite things about our bond is that when I wasn't comfortable talking, you would do it for me. You were my voice, and to this day I still trust you to be my voice when I feel alone.
I will always remember the countless times we played Polly Pockets, Barbies, and American Girl Dolls for countless hours on end. That was always the highlight of my days, and I loved spending that time with you alone with our toys.
We have been through a lot together through our 19 years of living together. I can't imagine doing life without you, and hearing your giggle when I'm not even trying to be funny.
Our relationship has changed since you went to college. I thought distance would make the heart grow fonder. But it didn't. I miss you. I miss the way you would look at me like you wouldn't let anything or anyone ever hurt me. Now I feel vulnerable like I have to protect myself.
But I can't be mad at you. You're my favorite person in this world. You understand me better than anyone, you love me more than anyone. We make each other laugh until we cry, and in the next second, we are arguing over something ridiculous. God created you because he knew I needed a sister to watch out for me, while I grew up and went throughout my childhood. You and Rossie did a good job of raising me to not be afraid, and to love others as much as I could.
I can't wait to be at school with you this year. I can't wait to be living across the street from you, and following in your footsteps like the annoying little sister I can be. More than anything I can't wait to have deep talks with you over our Starbucks and MacBooks studying. I love you more than words, Hanny. I hope you have a great 20th birthday, because you deserve it.
Love,
Sissy