To My Little Sister,

I remember when you were about three years old, and you wanted to copy everything I did. You would toddle around saying that you wanted to be just like your big sis, and I took you under my wing for a few years.

We then grew into the stage where we both got on each other's nerves 24/7. I remember our fights that would always end up in one of us shouting "MOM!" They would always be over the stupidest things such as you wearing my clothes without asking (which you looked very pretty in, by the way).

I remember the pushing, the shoving, the taking people's clothes without asking. I remember the name calling and the shouting "I hate you!" (even though we both knew we didn't really mean it).

Please remember the life lessons and advice I have given you, even if they are unwanted. They will come in handy later on in life and you will thank me later.

I remember the times we got along just as much as the times we didn't. I remember the pact we made when you turned into a teenager where we said we would always have each other's backs. I cherish the moments when we would giggle on road trips together, read books together, have girly movie nights and many other memories.

While you are my little sister, I feel like I blinked, and you grew up. It seems just yesterday that Mom brought you home from the hospital, and I was begging to hold you.

We did have a streak where we fought for a long time, but then again, it would be weird if we didn't fight because, after all, we are sisters. We still fight and still annoy the heck out of each other, but the most important thing is that we love each other. Thanks for being everything: my punching bag, my rock, my comforter, a best friend and, most importantly, my little sister. I can't wait to see the young woman you are growing up to be.

Love ya, dork!

Love,
Your Big Sis

P.S. You still have clothes of mine that you never returned ...