Out of all of the famous and inspirational people I admire, my little sister is my biggest hero.
I remember finding out I was going to be a big sister. I was so excited and proud to be the "big" sister. At six years old, all I wanted was a little sibling. At such a young age, I never really thought whether I wanted a brother or sister, but all I really wanted was a friend. I had the kids in the neighborhood and my friends at preschool, but they all has a sibling or two, and I felt like I was really missing something. My mom grew up with two other siblings, while my dad grew up with three, so I really felt lonely, and the odd one out sometimes.
She may have taken away my title as the "only child," but she made my life a lot more fun. I had someone I could hold and watch while my mom took a shower. I had someone to play "teacher" and dress up with. I had someone to bribe to hide my secrets and someone to take their dessert from when I ate all of mine. I got to watch her grow in my mom's stomach, and now more recently turn into a real person with her own personality, thoughts, and sense of self.
Whether it be acting, being a camp leader at a summer camp for troubled children, making the JV dance team for high school, or having her first job at only 14, my sister is amazing. At 14 years old, she really is an incredible human. I really can't say I have ever known many 14 year olds as amazing as she is. She is incredibly intelligent and talented in all that she does.
She may not be the best at math, but hey, who is? Definitely not me!
She is entering high school and it's making me feel incredibly old.
Her first word was "La-la," which was how she would say my name when she couldn't say "Kayla". She loves to wear my clothes and mimic my taste in music, and that is the biggest form of flattery I have ever been shown. But now, her music and clothing choices are beginning to top my own. That makes it very easy to "roll up" to places jammin' and singin' as loud as possible.
At least I can say I lead her in the right direction, right?
My little sister acts as many things: my friend, my partner in crime, my therapist, my own personal cheerleader, and my little servant for when I am too lazy to get up. I never knew how special and loved I could feel until I was given the gift of a little sister.
She teaches me things every day, like the things cool kids say nowadays, the proper way to tuck your baggy t-shirt in, and most importantly how to be a better person.
I now know the proper way to use the slang terms "slay," "on fleek," and "Bye, Felicia!". I also know how you "hit the quan" and do the "whip" and the "nae nae" because of her. She is keeping me hip and happenin' at almost 21 years old. I now know how to be a selfless person and do all that I can for my little sister and for myself based off the little lessons she has taught me. She has given me better advice than friends my own age have. She always supports my decisions and has my back no matter what.
The idea of going back to college and eventually moving out brings tears to my eyes because I can't imagine living a life without living with my best friend.
You are incredible, Boo. I love you.
Keep on slayin', Felicia!
*hits "the Quan"*
