My sister is the one I run to every time I have a story about my day. I will yell her name and watch her eyes roll as I bounce over to her and plop down on the couch just inches away. I will talk and talk and she will pretend that she cannot hear me. She will say that she’s busy or that I am irritating her, but I know she took in every word.
My sister is the one who I can glance at across the table and she will know exactly what’s going through my head. She will remind me what foods I don’t like so I won’t order them at a restaurant and she will laugh at me when I spit out my food and say “I told you so” because I ignored her and ordered it anyway.
My sister is the one I can giggle with for hours on end at jokes we have already told hundreds of times. We can sit and watch the same movie over and over and then go re-watch the funny scenes on YouTube when the movie has ended. She will repeat the jokes and mimic a character during an awkward silence in the car or just passing by in the hallway for weeks and weeks to come.
My sister is the one who I say looks like an ugly troll and she will respond with something about how I look like an alien from Mars. I will lend her my clothes and I will braid her hair and I will whine and complain about it the entire time, but I really don’t mind. One of the main perks of having is sister, is that your wardrobe doubles in size. She will ask me to borrow a sweater and I will fight her, but eventually I will give in because I know deep down that she can probably rock the sweater way better than I can.
My sister is the one who can write an entire novel about me making fun of every move I make. She can tease me and remind me of every embarrassing thing that has ever come out of my mouth. She can recall all of the times as little kids when we would spend a whole day setting up the most perfect house for our Barbie dolls, but never actually got around to playing or when we would ride bikes and constantly cut each other off in order to make it into first place.
My sister is the one who will take fifty pictures with me in order to have the most flawless shot even though we will probably just delete them all anyway. She will come with me to satisfy my fro yo cravings even though she knows it will only give me a stomachache afterwards. She will come with me to walk through the nature trails because I want to see all the changing colors on the trees even though it is cold outside and she has better things to do. She will make bathroom jokes with me all the way home as she changes the radio station in the car over and over again to the point where I almost want to drop her off on the sidewalk and make her walk home.
My sister is the one who will give me a shoulder to cry on. She was there when I was struggled with finding my voice and she was there when I stressed myself to tears about school and she was there when I had my heart broken. She is a hand to hold, a guaranteed cuddle buddy, and will hug me as many times as I need in order for all my broken pieces to stick together again.
My sister is a built in best friend and my partner in crime.
My sister is beautiful. She is intelligent and kind. She has many faults and has made many mistakes. She has made me angry to the point where I hate her even though I love her always. I am thankful for the support, for the honesty, for respecting my decisions even if they are wrong, and most of all, I am thankful for the unconditional love.
