'That's MY SHIRT' And 9 Other Things That Ring True If You're Blessed Enough To Have A Sister

'That's MY SHIRT' And 9 Other Things That Ring True If You're Blessed Enough To Have A Sister

In the cookies of life, sisters are the chocolate chips.


"Your sister knows everything to say to make you angry. But sisters tend to be each other's biggest champion and also their hardest critics." - Erin Foster

Siblings. Sisters. One of life's greatest things. They're one of the few people that kinda have to love you no matter what. They most likely know you the best out of anyone. Growing up together, you fought but at the same time have some of the best memories doing activities that you both enjoyed together.

Here are some things you know to be true if you grew up with a sister.

1. You always had a playmate growing up

And you two would do anything, from playing house, and school to dress up, to getting out your giant Barbie and Polly Pocket set and putting it all out in the middle of the living room floor and playing for hours.

2. Your dad was outnumbered

But he didn't really mind it.

3. Borrowing (stealing) or sharing, well everything

You almost always had another closet to go into, if you couldn't find anything in yours to wear. Sometimes you asked and sometimes you didn't.

4. You're always there to help each other, no matter what situation might be

Boy problems? Need Help with homework? Or just want someone to talk to about your crazy family? Who better to go to than your sibling, or sister in this case. Not only are they good with advice but can help you better navigate your family.

5. You gave each other old clothes

Chances are if you were the older sister (like I am), a lot of your old clothes (or clothes you didn't want anymore) were passed down to your younger sister.

6. She probably annoyed you, a lot

And you two probably have clashing personalities. But that's ok because, for all the stuff that she does that you consider annoying, she has even better qualities that make you love her even more.

7. You fought like cats and dogs, but were (and still are) overly protective of one another

And now that you're older you don't fight (and if you do, life goes back to normal a few minutes later), as much as you did when you were younger, but you are just as protective of one another, especially when someone tries to say something about the other that you consider mean or rude.

8. Matching outfits

Easter. Christmas. In the spring (in Texas), when the bluebonnets were blooming. Basically, any holiday that you took formal pictures for.

9. They give the best advice

Especially about relationships. They are your confidant, support system and just good for when you need to talk. They can spot a bad relationship often before you can either because they have experienced one themselves or see something in the person that you don't. This also includes what to wear and how to do your make up.

10. You have a best friend for life

No matter how much you argue and fight, at the end of the day you are there for each other. You for her and her for you.

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To The Grandmothers Who Made Us The Women We Are Today

Sincerely, the loving granddaughters.

The relationship between a grandmother and her granddaughter is something so uniquely special and something to be treasured forever.

Your grandma loves you like you are her own daughter and adores you no matter what. She is the first person you run to when you have a problem with your parents and she never fails to grace you with the most comforting advice.

She may be guilty of spoiling you rotten but still makes sure to stress the importance of being thankful and kind.

Your grandma has most likely lived through every obstacle that you are experiencing now as a young adult and always knows just exactly what to say.

She grew up in another generation where things were probably much harder for young women than they are today.

She is a walking example of perseverance, strength, and grace who you aim to be like someday.

Your grandma teaches you the lessons she had to learn the hard way because she does not want you to make the same mistakes she did when she was growing up.

Her hugs never fail to warm your heart, her smile never fails to make you smile, and her laugh never fails to brighten your day.

She inspires you to be the best version of yourself that you can be.

You only hope that one day you can be the mother and grandmother she was to you.

A piece of girl’s heart will forever belong to her grandma that no one could ever replace.

She is the matriarch of your family and is the glue that holds you all together.

Grandmothers play such an important role in helping their granddaughters to grow into strong, intelligent, kind women.

She teaches you how to love and how to forgive.

Without the unconditional love of your grandma, you would not be the woman you are today.

To all of the grandmothers out there, thank you for being you.


the loving granddaughters

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Fiction On Odyssey: Until The End

It's nice to have a peaceful day, but nothing is peaceful when you're with your best friend.


I walk cheerfully throughout the house, humming Beethoven's fifth symphony. It's not every day where I can have a good day. With school, job, volunteer work and other stuff, it's hard to find a day where I can relax. As I enter the kitchen, I notice Michael leaning against the counter drinking orange juice.

"Well, I see you let yourself into the house," I state as I walk towards the cabinet to get a glass. I fill it up to the brink and take large gulps.

"That's what happens when you give me your house key," He says, smiling sweetly.

"I gave it to you for emergencies!" I say with fake anger.

"I was thirsty!" Michael exclaimed back.

"Being thirsty is not an emergency."

"It is if food is your life!"

"You're unbearable."

"I know."

We both look at each other and burst out laughing. Michael is leaning against the chair trying not to fall but failed miserably. Now, he is rolling on the floor, laughing so hard, no noise is even coming out. I'm leaning on the counter, trying to breathe but failing miserably.

We finally calm down, try to start breathing properly and wipe tears from our eyes. I turn my head and see my older brother staring at us as if we were going insane before telling us,

"I wanted some peace, so I thought to myself why not go home, but then I remembered that you live in it too."

Michael sticks his tongue out at him, and he sticks his back out before going upstairs to his room. We both sigh and sit down on the couch in the living room and stare at the TV. Usually, we would find something stupid to do, but we just sat there. Michael's head leaned against my shoulder, which looks like he is hunched over due to the fact that he is taller than me. I sat there continuing to hum Beethoven's fifth symphony when I heard the front door knob jiggle.

Michael lifts his head and turns to see who's going to come in. The front door view was blocked by a wall, so we couldn't see who would come in from our vantage point. We both have our heads peeking from the top of the couch, watching silently to see who comes in.

"I hope it's the FBI!"

He turns to stare at me with an incredulous look, saying, "Are you insane? Did you do something to draw the attention of them?"

I look at him from the corner of my eyes and whisper to him, "I've never seen anyone kick a door in before. It's so exciting! And no, I didn't do anything."

"Knowing you, I bet you did," Michael whispers back.

"Shut up or they'll know we're home."

We continue to stare until the door opens. We both hold out breaths and lower our heads in an attempt to hide.

"The door wasn't broken, so we can rule out the FBI," Michael states. I roll my eyes at him and stare to see whoever walks through the door.

"Kids, I'm home!"

My eyes widen. She's home early. She must have had a quiet day today at work.

"Hi, mom!" I hear my brother yell from upstairs. My mom chuckles and looks towards us with a questioning look in her eyes, to which Michael replies with while pointing his finger at me,

"She thought you were the FBI." I shoot Michael a glare. My mom laughs at this and whispers to herself as she walks upstairs to get cleaned us, "What am I going to do with you kids."

We sat there on the couch, the house quiet minus the yelling from my brother who is probably playing Fortnite.

"You ever wonder about the future?" Michael asks me with a thoughtful expression.

"I do, sometimes," I reply back.

"You ever notice how we are told to follow our dreams and work hard, but in the end, it doesn't matter? People just say that, but don't mean it, because it's all about money to them."

"Ya. Why can't we make money doing what we love? It might not be a lot, but at least every day won't be dreadful," I reply back softly.

"Well, I say screw all of them. It's going to be a long and painful journey, but we have to hope that in the end, it will all be worth it, plus I've got you to drag me out of trouble."

"I couldn't agree with you more," I replied, smiling at him, wondering where I found an amazing friend.

"I help up my pinky finger to her, smile, and say, "Until the end?"

He looks and me, smiles, and hooks his pinky around mine and says to me, "Until the end."

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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