Dear my Chosen Sister,

My mother didn’t birth you. My dad isn’t your dad. You’re my cousin by chance, but my sister by choice. I have grown up an only child, always wanting a little sister. And at times I would settle for a little brother. I always wanted someone to tell my secrets to, someone to look to for advice when I needed it, someone to look up to. OK, maybe I wanted a big sister instead. But, nonetheless, when I was entering high school I really began to notice how I already had a big sister.

When you’re going into high school it’s a crazy time anyways, but being an only child only makes it a little crazier. When you’re 13, confiding in your parent’s is the last think you want to do, but when you’re an only child you don’t really have a choice. When freshmen year rolled around, I needed someone to ask questions to, someone to vent to, someone to go to in times of need. Although my cousin was already out of high school, she was my sister, and so she got to answer all of my teenage high school questions.

Having a sister that isn’t really your sister is the best thing ever! You don’t have to share clothes, wait for the shower in the mornings, or even have to worry about having a crush on their boyfriends… OK well maybe not that one, but you get to have a sister, without having to put up with the drama.

I had someone that would do my hair and makeup, someone that I could ask for guy advice, someone that I could argue with or disagree with on topics. I had someone to look out for me. I had someone to be my sister.

That was a great feeling, knowing you had someone to have your back. I didn’t have a sister that lived with me, I didn’t have a sister that was always with me, and that was a little disappointing at times. But I had a sister that was always there when I needed her, I has a sister that would come stay with me when I wanted. I had a sister because we chose each other as sisters, and that’s the best kind.

Love,

Your Chosen Sister