Growing up with a sister is like having a constant enemy, yet a constant best friend all at the same time. It is like living with your arch nemesis some days, and other days it is like living with your closest most beloved friend... I have four sisters. Yes, that is right, four. I am stuck right in the middle of them. I have been the punching bag and I have been the punch line of many jokes. However, I have also been the bully and the ultimate provoker, I have pushed buttons that shouldn't have been pushed, I have blamed them for my bad moods even though they had nothing to do with it. I can admit that I haven't always been the best sister, and for that I am sorry. So to my sisters, I just want to tell you a few things. You each mean more to me than you will ever know. As much as we hate to admit it or think about it, when push comes to shove and our parents are no longer around, we are all that we have.
I am going to be honest, I didn't understand how important sisters are until I went to college. Now that I am here and you all are there, I finally comprehend how important our bond truly is. When I meet a new boy, I want to call each of you and give you the details, which I usually do. When something good happens, I want to call you so you can share my excitement and when something bad happens you are the first person I want to cry to. Our bond, my individual bond with each of you, is something that I know has been key to my survival thus far in life. From you all I have learned to be myself regardless of what people say or think, I have learned to fight my own battles knowing that if I need backup, at least one, if not all, will be there as soon as physically possible. I have learned that I am not always right, I have learned to pick and choose my battles. I am so thankful for all that you four have taught me. I want you to know that as your sister, I will never leave your side no matter how mad we've made each other. As your sister, I will fight to the very end for each of you.
Thank you for always laughing at my jokes, and for always being a good audience to my off the wall random singing performances on the kitchen table chairs. Thank you for giving me a sisterhood so special that watching the movie "Frozen" is almost unbearable. Thank you for singing in the car with me and secretly taking my side when I argue with mom and dad. Thank you for hating all of the people that I do, thank you for supporting me through every high and low.
We are all so different, yet so much alike. When one of us pulls, the other pushes. When one gives, the other takes. We grow together, we change together, we cry together, and we thrive together. I've never met anyone that understands me the way you all do.
So here's to you my sista, sistas.
