This is a letter to the sister I never had but always desperately wanted. I got stuck with having one brother. Just one. There was no younger or older sister. Just my brother. In a way, it’s totally okay that I never di, because now I can make up whatever kind of sister I wanted.
She could be the older, bratty sister who picked on me and gave me her old hand-me-downs but would always comfort me when I came to her crying. Or she could be the the younger sister who whined all the time but I got to protect and give her words of wisdom. Or she could be very close to my age and like a best friend. Regardless how old she was, this is what I picture her as, beautiful, brilliant, and my best friend.
I imagine us having to live in the same room, but it was okay because we would stay up late and trade boy stories or gossip about the latest drama at school. We would share clothes and occasionally fight about who’s clothes were who’s, the fight always ending in a hug and an exchange of “I love you’s”.
I can picture us in the summer, long hair and tan bodies jamming out to our favorite summer tune, windows down in the car on our way to a bonfire. I think about all the times we would come crying to each other over stupid boys and how we thought this guy was really “the one” but he ended up breaking our hearts.
I can imagine us searching all over Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook for the girl that he left us for or eating ice cream and Oreos until our stomachs hurt and planning our revenge. After we gorged ourselves on sweet treats, we would open up our arms and would fall into each other's chests trying not to cry because he totally wasn’t worth the tears.
We would be the perfect pair, the unstoppable duo. All the other girls would wish they were us or at least wish that they had a sister like the one we had.
Our Instagrams would be filled with pictures of all the crazy and memorable adventures we went on. Like the one time we went to Stake-and-Shake at 4 am with our main group of friends even though our Mom wanted us back early. Or the time when we turned 18 and went skydiving, even though we were close to puking our guts out and shaking in our shoes with fear. Every single picture held a different memory that was special and that we held close to our hearts.
So sister, this is a tribute to you. A way for me to have you in my life without you actually being in it. Even though I never had a sister, you were there in every single moment of my life. You were beautiful and you were everything that I imagined you to be and more. I love you.
