An Open Letter To My Best Friend In Nursing School
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A Letter To My Best Friend As She Starts Nursing School

You're the only nurse (besides my Mom) that I'd let take care of me or my future children.

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Emily Maitland

Dear KK,

Congratulations, lovely! You made it into nursing school, and I couldn't be happier for you. I feel like the proud sister over here. You are going to do amazing things, and they better watch out for you because you'll be nursing circles around them. I know this hasn't been the easiest road to travel down, with the school you wanted not accepting you, and trying so hard to find a school that was within driving distance. You persevered and you did it! I always knew you would and I've always had faith in you, even when you didn't have faith in yourself. Gosh, it's crazy to think that here we are, pursuing the careers we've wanted since the 6th grade when we met. Well, they've changed a little over the years, you at first wanted to be a midwife, and I was hell-bent on being a zoologist. We've grown, matured, and been through so many crazy adventures together (some life-threatening, some a little illegal when I look back on it). You are my confidant, my best friend, and most importantly, my sister.

You have been there through everything, and vice versa. I never thought I'd be as close to someone besides my parents as I am with you. We share a bond that some people could never understand, and some people wish they could have a bond as we do. We could go three weeks without talking (but I think we would probably explode if that happened), but pick up right where we left off like nothing ever happened. We've had our fights like all best friends do, a lot of them more so in the last year, but that was just us growing up and maturing differently than the other. We used to always be on the same page, and we still are 98.9% of the time, but the other 1% we differ on. We still have the same taste in clothes, shoes, and have expanded our makeup collections just in the last year and a half (you more than me you colourpop addict). Looking back on us just a year ago, everything seems so different. We had different mindsets, different tastes, and different hair lengths, everything was different.

You were there when my Granny died and I thought my entire world was going to come crashing down on me. I texted you the minute I knew you were out of school and home. That night you came over, plucked my butt up off the couch, Mom gave us money for pizza, and you took me out to keep my mind off things for a while. I will forever be grateful for that. You kept me smiling even when I just wanted to curl into a ball and cry. I did the same for you not even a few months earlier when Dixie passed (I know that is still hard for you to talk about, but you've always got her as a guardian angel); that's what we are to each other, a backbone when the other can't keep herself up any longer.

I am so incredibly proud of the woman that you are, and the woman you will grow into. I cannot wait to see what the future has in store for us. We are both going to marry incredible men, have cute children and take a lot of family vacations to Corolla together. You are and will always be my best friend, my partner in crime, and most importantly my sister. I cannot wait to see the amazing things you will do in nursing school and with your life. I'll be there every step of the way to help pick you up when you stumble.

I love you to the moon and back KK.

See you soon!

Love,

Em

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