My Sister

I have many friends. I know that it’s very hard to believe, but I do. Those friends have younger sisters. I have to listen them whine about their little siblings all day long. Okay, that was exaggeration, but they do whine….sometimes. I mean, I know that they loooove their siblings. Obviously.

Anyway, the things they tell me about their sisters or brothers make me want to give them a big bear hug. Then, I think of my sister. She’s a year younger than me. The other siblings blackmail my friends about telling their secrets to their parents, and some even do. But my sister? She’s probably fat because of keeping my secrets in her tummy.

I mean, obviously we fight a lot like any other pair of siblings. She’s a pain in the arse sometimes. She just has a way of making everyone do whatever she wants. There’s a definite pattern.

She asks you to do it.

You say no.

She says ‘please’ several times.

You hold your ground because you are either lazy or you’re just tired of doing things for her. (Just ugggh!)

She doesn’t give up. Then comes the water works.

You hate it. You can’t face it, but you try to ignore it. But water works? Seriously? Who can ignore them, seriously?

You give up and surrender.

She goes ‘muahaha’!

That bitch just gets under my skin sometimes. What else do I hate about her? She keeps nagging me to do what’s right. I hate that. Worse, I hate to admit, but she’s right most of the time. (‘All the time’ would be more correct, but I don’t want to hurt my ego.)  I practically hate her being right all the time. Like, stop being right!!!!!

But other than that, I hate nothing about her. I mean, what’s there to hate? She’s my soul sister, or soul-mate-sister as she would put it. She keeps all of my secrets hidden. All of them! She hears everything I say, and doesn’t ever interrupt. I mean, how does she do it?

She has these theories she makes up by herself (I guess). Those theories have always helped me when need be. She’s so smart, and she has all those talents I will never have in my entire life.  She can convince my parents to do stuff, which I can never do. I always end up fighting with them.

We have some quality-sister-times in which we talk. Really talk. Listen to each other and talk about each other’s problems.  Though we can’t have that everyday obviously, I look forward to those quality times. She can always motivate or demotivate me. She has my kryptonite, which I don’t even know what is. Her opinions matter. I can never take a step before asking her. Be it shopping, be it life decisions.

So yeah, I basically depend on her. She has access to my entire personal life. She knows everything about me. Whenever anything special happens, I NEED to tell her that instant. She makes me feel better about myself in just a matter of sentences. I always want to read what I wrote to her as soon as I write it. As I said earlier, her opinion matters!

I don’t know if anyone has a sister like I do. She’s a weird combination of different qualities. She can move mountains for me, but she can’t bring a glass of water for me. And in my own weird way, I love her. I love her to the core, and I will never stop loving her.

I just hope she doesn’t read all of this, but if you are, you bitch! Just know that I love you even if I don’t show it sometimes. When I’m busy ignoring the world and you think that you don’t matter to me, just know that you matter to me even more than mummy and papa. Just know this in your heart and mind, because I am never going to say this to you.

Love you, bitch!