To the two people who will never leave me,
When we were younger, I remember fighting a lot. Dad would sit us down on the semi-white love-seat (what were you thinking, mom) and give us long talks about how we were supposed to love one another and make us hold hands until one of us would complain about how sweaty their palms were. We always apologized, though.
The thing I hated most about being the youngest was that I always felt left out. Y'alls well-trimmed doors elegantly touched with golden handles were nearly always closed, acting as a barrier between me and the two people who I wanted to be with the most. I will admit, I was an annoying child. Most of the time, I was a downright brat. However, I only acted that way because I felt left out of sisterly moments and conversations laced with inside jokes I could never be apart of. Now that I look back on it, all three of us were in the wrong for making each other feel the way we did.
But let's talk about the fun moments.
Let's talk about the moments where we spent time laughing at dad's dance moves. Let's talk about the times when mom would make us wear matching, itchy purple dresses we all hated. Let's talk about the scary stories told in the laundry room with the Casper flashlight.
But now let's talk about the sad moments.
Let's talk about the times I would get scared and sneak into your all's bedrooms to sleep on the floor. Let's talk about the breakups I wouldn't understand but try so hard to help you all through. Let's talk about letting go of one another and how when Megan left, it was hard. And when Taylor left, I slept in her bed for a whole month. And when I left, well, when I left, I started feeling all of those emotions all over again. Causing me to develop a knot in the middle of my throat and teary eyes remembering you all being exactly where I am. This is so scary.
Before I make myself cry again, I just want to thank you both. Everything you all have done to get me here is incredibly selfless. I am pretty sure I wouldn't have made it through middle school without reading every single one of Megan's journals, using them as self-help books (refer back to that being a brat comment). Taylor, I probably have more of your clothes in my closet now (that you have either given me or I just haven't returned) than of my actual clothes. Even though we are separated by distance, I feel closer to the both of you now more than ever. And while we are all trying to get on our feet and live our own lives, I am so glad I have the two of you to hold onto through anything and everything.
I love you all!
Love,
Your baby sister
