Okay, since I wrote last time about my brothers, I thought I’d write about my sister this time.
Most importantly, I love my sister dearly and I know that she loves me too. I know that — if at all possible — she will be there for me when I need her; and I would do my best to return the favor. Although we shared a bedroom for about 18 years, we are 10 1/2 years apart in age, so we didn’t share an especially close relationship growing up. Sharing a bedroom with a sister that much older than me wasn’t always fun… but obviously we both survived. 🙂
We shared a closet and a dresser; and when I was finally old enough, we shared the shoes and clothes inside them. We’ve laughed together and cried together. We’ve shopped, cooked, watched movies, played games, listened to music, and played music together. She taught me to read music and play the piano. She helped me with grammar, math, and science — for which I will be forever grateful! May God bless her for her patience! She taught me to braid hair. She helped me discover a love for reading, photography, and music.
I often get called by my sister’s name, but I’ve gotten used to it. People tell me that we look alike. I’m glad they think so, because I think my sister is very pretty. Obviously, we think very similarly because it’s not unusual for us to say the same exact words at the same exact time in the same exact tone of voice. Nor is it unusual for us to see each other somewhere — church, the store, etc. — and be wearing very similar outfits.
One time, my sister and I traded places so to speak. She straightened her hair and I curled mine; and we wore each other’s clothes. When we went to church that way, we confused so many people that it felt like we were twins or something. We had a good laugh at everyone else’s expense.
All-in-all, my sister’s pretty great. I love her to death. I would often be lost without her help, her advice, her love, and her patience. Sure, we’ve had disagreements and the occasional fights. Of course we don’t always agree! I’ve never been able to understand how she can enjoy reading Shakespeare or Edgar Alan Poe; and she can’t seem to understand how I can love country music. But the good times with my sister far outweigh the bad ones. I could never thank God enough for giving me the sister I have.