Amanda and I are six years apart. A lot is different between those six years. From "Soulja Boy" to "High School Musical".

When I was in middle school, she was in high school. During those years and before, us being at home, we argued, I took her clothes, she woke me up every school day when she was blow drying her hair, and we weren't close to one another. But, when it came to it, she would stick up to the bullies at the middle school for me. I looked up to her. I wanted to be just like her, as beautiful as she was (and still is). After she graduated, she went to college, moved across the country, moved to Florida, and every time she left I started missing her more and more. A hole started forming because I was missing a part of me. She eventually moved home when she became pregnant. She put me through the endless questions of "why is Amanda coming home," or "is she pregnant," because I was the only one that knew she was pregnant besides her husband for three months.

That is when we started becoming best friends. After the school year ended and her having her first child, I stayed at her house all summer and it slowly became my second home. She held me and brushed through my hair, while I cried on her bed in her lap over a stupid boy. She shared her love for Gilmore Girls with me, so now it is our show to watch and say the quick sayings, even though no one else understands.

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Three years later, I make almost an hour drive to her house, because you need to hang out with your best friend. Amanda now has two sons, that I am so grateful to be a part of their lives. I live in my own apartment with my boyfriend, and I am so glad I have Amanda that has been on the path that I am on. I get to learn from her mistakes, take in all she tells me about safe sleep for babies, and how breastfeeding can help Postpartum Depression for the future.

We now FaceTime or text every day, talking about the most little things, the news, what we want to do to make a change, to crying because one of us has had a bad day. As time has gone on, and we get to continue to grow closer and get older, the six-year age gap disappears.

My sister is my absolute best friend. My sister is the one person I can count on no matter what. My sister is wise and loving beyond her years. Knowing she will always be by my side is comforting, and I hope she knows that I will always be by her side too.