To my little sister,
You were last one, the baby. You are the last one still in school and living at home full-time. You are the annoying one who went into my room while I was out. Funny thing is you would touch something and move things around like you wanted me to know that you were there. Maybe you did. When I went into our older sister’s room I would always make sure everything looked like it did before I stepped foot into the room. You wanted me to know you were there. I even told you the good way to snoop but you never listened.
You’re the one who I fight with the most, but also the closest to. I tell you about my friends, and when dad is annoying me, and you do the same. We use to fight all the time, and sure we still fight, but not as much. When I left for school you said you wouldn’t miss me, and that you were glad I was leaving, but then as time passed you were the one facetiming me and calling me every week. You’d tell me about what was going on at home, and what dad did to annoy you that day or what the latest gossip was. It made me not miss home because I talked to you and dad more when I was away than when I lived in the same house as you guys.
When I left for school you were my little sister who spent most of her time in her room watching Netflix or sleeping, but now that I’m home you are always out with your friends. Kids that I didn’t even know where friends with. You tell me how you feel guilty about somethings you said or did a few years ago. You talked to me like I’m your friend instead of someone you were just related to. You ask me questions about things I did in high school because I would never give you the full scoop when I lived at home because I was worried you would tell dad. Now I don’t worry because I know you’re doing the same things, making the same mistakes.
You’re getting older and you understand things differently and you understand me more. We talk more now about boys and our friends and our dreams than we used to. Maybe we used to be embarrassed, and now we are confident or maybe we just grew up. You’re still a kid though and still my little sister. You say I’m getting old and then I tell you to be quiet because you are getting old, too. You ask why I did the things I did and why I do the things I do, and I still tell you "I don’t know" and I ask the same things of you, and you say "I don’t know." We understand each other more now.
You are my younger sister. You’re still the girl I use to play Barbies with, and now you are the girl I talk to about "Grey’s Anatomy" with. We still go shopping together except we go on our own instead of with dad. We do things on by ourselves and things together. We still fight and get mad at each other but now we hangout with each other and talk about anything and everything with just because I know you’ll listen. You’re my little sister and that’s never going to change.
Love,
Your Big Sister
