A sister is someone you can count on, someone who you can talk to other than your parents, someone who loves you no matter what, someone who never judges you, someone who sticks up for you because you have a speech problem even if you’re the older one, someone who looks up to you and idolizes you for being their big sister. All of these characteristics are what makes up a great sister.
Growing up with a younger sister who was 5 ½ years apart from me was more of a challenge then anything. Emily, my younger sister, would want to do everything I did. If I wanted to go outside to play, or go to my friend’s house across the street, or even go to store once I got my licenses she would always ask to be a part of it. When Emily would ask to borrow my clothes I would always tell her no. It wasn’t until I started to want to wear some of her clothes that I had no choice but to let her raid my closet. For some reason, I never liked my sister to be around me, and I would blame her for everything when she didn’t even know what had happened. I never stopped to think what I was doing to her; making her so upset it started to affect her school work when she was in elementary school. Not knowing that she looked up to me and wanting to do everything I did because she loved me, never crossed my mind once.
It wasn’t until 3 or 4 years ago that we started to get really close to each other. I have to say it started when I had broken up with my first ex and was starting to fall into a depression due to all the drama the relationship had caused. Emily was there to hold me and comfort me through the hard times. I started to respect her over the past years, and would take her out to the movies and include her in more things with my friends. I started to yell at her less and less. When we would have an a silly disscusion at the dinner table our parents would yell at us to stop fighting and we would look at each other saying we weren’t and start to laugh. I guess our parents were so used to us fighting they thought that whenever we were talking to each other it always had to be us fighting.
My sister Emily wrote me a message that totally brought me to tears. (“Molly I never told you this but you were and still are such a large part of my life. Growing up I was always trying to base my life after yours.”) (“After a bit I started to feel like I was finally growing into my skin. Stretching and smoothing out the creases until I felt comfortable in my own skin. Strange that you had to go across the world, for me to be able to find myself. For me to stop following in everything you do.”) (“This trip allowed me to gain perspective on my life, and how I want to live it. I looked up to you when I was little and I think that’s why we fought so much, because I was so attached to you.”) (“This trip has helped me become more independent, and for you to grow strong. My dearest sister you were in such a need of strength and you had to go away to find it in God. I love you so much and I hope you continue to touch the lives of everyone you meet. Love you heart and soul, Emily”)
Knowing that my sister still loves me even after all the hard times I have gave her growing up. Knowing that it had to take me to go away for her to learn how much I meant to her, and for her to realize that she is her own person and that she is strong enough to do anything if she puts her mind to it.
Emily is my…
Confidante, stronghold, partner in crime, best friend, blood, buddy, bosom friend (Anne of Green Gables),
My sister
Emily is the blond with the glasses, this was taken this Christmas.
