I once heard that some study somewhere proved that girls are happier if they have a sister. I don’t know if that’s true for everyone, but I know that it is absolutely true for me.
Firstly let me explain that my sister and I have grown to be big believers that you create your own family as much as you are born into one, that family is determined by loyalty not origin. We always say that blood is thicker than water. But you know what? So is yogurt. What I'm saying is, over time we have vehemently chosen each other despite anything else. Secondly, I know plenty of people are close with their siblings, but I can say with absolutely no doubt that there are no two siblings who love each other or have a stronger connection than my sister and me.
From the moment she was born I was obsessed with her and with my big sister role; I brought a teddy bear to the hospital, I told her dramatic, full performance stories of Goldilocks that were no doubt Oscar worthy, she practiced all of my dance routines right alongside me (which can I just say gave her a super unfair advantage). Moral of the story, we were attached from the beginning.
As we grew up, our closeness didn't falter, which is convenient because everything around us did. We lost people we thought we could trust, we gained people, our parents were diagnosed with cancer on three separate occasions, our lives have been touched by mental illness, we moved across the country. Still, even in an ICU waiting room, we are guaranteed to be causing shenanigans, speaking a Jordison-specific dialect no one else can follow, or torturing our mother by threatening to form a dance circle.
People always want to understand how we have managed to remain so close. Maybe it's because the three year age difference is perfect. Maybe our personalities are just suited for our sibling roles, I'm a bossy control freak who likes to take care of people, while she's patient and usually goes with the flow. Maybe it's because we have the same ridiculous sense of humor. Maybe it's because we're both wound up passionate liberals. In the end who knows why, all I know is I'm grateful everyday for my sister, and it doesn't matter how old she gets, I won't hesitate to destroy anyone who hurts her or better yet be there to rebuild her the way she always does for me.
PPS - Make me a onesie with all my favorite drag queens on it or I'm killing you.
