Having a little sister is great because you have someone who will always look up to you. Having a little sister is not so great because you have someone who is watching your every move. Me and my younger sister are 6 years apart, which is a pretty big age gap when you are growing up. I had to experience my awkward stages of life personally and then watch my sister do it too. I’m not sure who handled it better but regardless going first is for the birds. You have an instant sense of protection. You have to protect her from anyone and everyone who is bad. Even if it means being a hypocrite, but you don’t want her to go through anything you went through. You want her to be better than you, but at the same time you want to be the better one. It’s a competitive protective role.
Having a little sister means clothes go mia for months before they are returned, if they are returned. Having a little sister like mine means your sister coming home in the shirt you were dying to wear that day. It also means having someone’s honest opinion about what shoes to wear or how your hair should actually look. And even though she can be a super pain in the ass 50% of the time, you need her around to keep you sane. She is the person you can fight with when you just need to lash out and the person who will have your back no matter how stupid the situation is. However, as the older sister you are the one to be brutally honest when it is stupid and you won’t have her back because you’ve been there and she should know better.
Having a little sister means a friend you can never get rid of no matter how many times you tried. She is like a boomerang (my analogies are so unique I know), but she is just like a boomerang, she always comes back (it’s actually fitting because she just came back from Australia). Our fights are brief and to the point, I tell her when she is being ridiculous and she tells me when I hurt her feelings. Sometimes we apologize most of the time we don’t. But we don’t have to because we already know how the other feels and its an unspoken truth that sorry would just sound stupid.
The older we get the closer we seem to become. Me and Lou have a lot of similarities, we share a lot of likes and dislikes. I like to describe her to my friends as me times 100 in both directions. She has this personality that is larger than life. She will go from one extreme to the other and sometimes in the same sentence. Her speed is about 90 mph at all times and she leaves a trail of shoes in her path. She is a bowl in a china shop yet the biggest softy I have ever met. She will cry over just about anything but love beyond her own abilities. If you’re lucky enough to know her, you also know that you’re stuck dealing with her drama of the week. I find myself having to knock her back into reality and yet I’m the weird one. She thinks the world revolves around her and as the baby of the family it seems to always work out that way. Yet if you ask her she is always the one left out. She played that card so well I think our mom will never not feel guilty about it. She is full of talents and also full of sass. She gets her mind on something and will not quit until it is done. Obsessive Determination is a good way to describe her. She has a beautiful soul that shines through her sense of style and creativity. But what I love most about her is that she is and will always be my one and only baby sister.
