My Big Sister

I’ve written about both of my brothers but I wanted to share about my sister.

Having a sister is one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever had. Let me tell you about her. She’s a fantastic Mom. She’s incredibly loyal. She’s funny. She’s smart as a whip. She’s kinda bossy, I mean she is my big sister. She’s resilient, she bends sometimes in the middle of the storm but she never breaks. She’s protective. She’s a little crazy. She cares very deeply for all of her family and her friends. She snorts when she laughs, mostly when she’s  with me. She gives me crap about my snoring, ask her, she’ll tell you about the worst 2 days she ever spent in a Hotel room with me in Arizona. She is sensitive but never wants anyone to know. She worries, but she won’t ever burden anyone with her worries. She loves very deeply. She has always loved me even when I wouldn’t let her. She’s careful. But best of all she is just herself. Did I mention she is funny? When we talk or video chat or message she always makes me feel better and almost always makes laugh. She never lets too much time go by with out telling me she loves me. I know if I ever need anyone to talk to she is there for me.

When we were growing up my little brother and I lived with our Mother and my big sister and brother lived with our Dad, so we only got to see them every other weekend but she always had time for us. She would play games with us or demand that we rub her back. I did say she was bossy didn’t I?I  She let me listen to Barry Manilow with her and sometimes even let me hang out with her and her friends. Not very often though because I had a big mouth when I was little and sometimes tattled. My Dad’s side of the family often got together for Reunions, Holidays and Birthdays and my sister and I were the only girl cousins and so most of the time she protected me from them but sometimes she couldn’t help herself and had to pick on me to be cool, but she always made up for it later. There was this time that a doll I had that I adored, it was a Jenny doll, well her head came off. My sister and big brother performed “surgery” on the doll to try to fix it. It didn’t work but I remember being so in awe that she tried to help me. I was a brat when I got into my teens but she put up with it. I won’t say we haven’t fought, because duh we’re sisters, but she was always there for me in the end. She always tried to take care of us. I love you Sissy! Thank you for being my first friend and my forever friend.♥♥♥