Dear Brother,
Where do I begin? I’ve always knew what an amazing role model I had as an older brother but as I sat at your college graduation this past Friday, I reflected on our time growing up together. I want you to know how proud I am that you finished your undergrad at the age of 20 and now you’re on your way to law school. I’m sure it’s bittersweet for you to go from living in a frat house to making the biggest transition of your life taking on your first year as a law student but you’ll have my support the whole way.
Throughout middle school and high school I always had someone there to look out for me. I was known as your little sister by teachers and upperclassmen and while at times it got annoying, I usually smiled when that’s how I was addressed. Then you graduated from our small high school and moved on to a new chapter in your life at Temple University. I remember moving you into your dorm thinking about how weird it would be to attend school in a few weeks and not have you there. I was worried that if I needed something that you weren’t just a floor or two away; we were now two hours apart and there was no way I could be in your presence.
I watched as you had the time of your life during your freshman year and it made me eager to graduate and see where I would end up next. I was close to attending Temple just like you. I know how much you would have loved to have me come hangout at your frat house on Friday nights but I chose Penn State instead.
I was leaving for Penn State's summer session which was only a few weeks after I graduated and I wasn’t sure if I was ready. Personally, I don’t think you were sure if I was ready but every phone call at college you motivated me to keep pushing through, you rarely ended a conversation without saying “now go study” which always made me smile. Throughout my freshman year you were always just a phone call away and those phone calls provided me with the comfort I needed to continue on with some days. Whether it was the first week into fall semester and I called you asking if guys were always going to be this immature and you hit me with brutal honesty or if it was 2 a.m. and I called because a broom was outside our door and now we were getting in trouble for it, you always answered the phone.
I mostly just want to thank you for being the best older brother I could ask for. Even though you don’t support every decision I make and never fail to tell me when you think I’m being an “idiot,” I wouldn’t want it any other way.
By the way, I’m still a little upset you never let me come down for a weekend to hangout in your frat house.
Love,
Your Little Sister
