Dear Older Sister,

I remember when we were younger and we used to fight like it was our jobs. I always wanted everything you had and wanted to do everything you did with your friends, but I was never “cool” enough to join because who wants their younger sister hanging out with their friends? Remember when Dad made us stand outside in the freezing cold until we apologized to each other but we snuck in the car that was parked in the driveway to keep warm and not make up? Yeah, same. Good times.

Remember when you would get mad because I didn’t have my license yet and Mom and Dad made you drive me around? Or the time you did my makeup for prom? Or when you slept with me at my friend’s house because I was too scared to sleep home alone? What about the times we would hide upstairs so we don’t have to talk to company downstairs? And the times that you sent me random packages at college to say hi? Or when you convinced Mom to let me get my cartilage pierced. (Thanks!!!) The best was (and is still) when we come home from school and you run in my room in the morning and jump onto my bed to say hi.

Fast-forward ten years and we both have matured a whole lot. We tell each other secrets, stick up for each other, sing together in the car and lie in bed on Saturday’s and watch movies. Mom and Dad’s friends always used to tell me that when we were older, we would become closer but I didn’t believe that because of how much we used to annoy and fight with each other. But, of course those adults were right.

You know almost as much about me as my closest friend does and I like how I can go to you for pretty much anything now. Honestly, never thought this day would come but so far, I can’t complain. We drunk call each other because we have no one else to talk to and send the ugliest snap chats because why not?

I couldn’t imagine being an only child because most of the time, you’re the one that gives the best advice since at the end of the day, you know me better than my friends do. Also, how else would we sneak stuff past Mom and Dad? (Sorry.)

I guess what I’m trying to say here is, thanks for always having my back. You always help me when I need it, wake up at 3 a.m. to answer my phone calls and make the weirdest inside jokes with me that literally no one would ever understand. You make me want to work as hard as you and as difficult as it is to admit this, I look up to you. Besides Mom, you always tell me right from wrong and give me the harsh truth when I need a reality check. It’s kind of cool when people tell me they wish you were their sister, so I guess I’m a lucky little sister.

Thanks for being my best friend, always willing to hang out with me, and listening to my problems. I wouldn’t want anyone as my older sister except for you.

Love,

Your Little Sister