Day 27: Talk about your siblings
Monday, June 27, 2011 @ 9:20 PM

Out of the possible 2, I only know one since my older brother/sister died as a fetus before I was even created.

My one and only sister is almost 3 years younger than me and 2 grades below me. The moment you see us you'll notice that we're completely different from each other. She's shy, I'm not. Her shyness disables her from speaking her mind while I blurt things out and won't sit still if my point isn't proven. She has the type of humor that makes my parents laugh, while I have dry humor that frustrates them. She's less successful than I am in school, but is gifted with a better, loose personality. She's careless, I care a bit too much. I guess you can say that we're pretty much the opposite.

She probably considers me as the worst sister anyone could possibly have, and I acknowledge that. I make her do chores, obey my "commands", and borrow things from her that she'll never get back all just because I was born before her. She deserves to be treated better, I know, but sometimes my laziness is just so hard to overcome. Me and my sister argue more than we should, and I'll admit that most of them could've been prevented if I controlled my temper. With all of this going on between us, you would expect us to be archenemies or something, but oddly enough, we manage to stay close.

We have our good days and our bad days. One day we tend to get along perfectly and we could tear each other apart the next. Her immaturity and her inability to comprehend simple things are what drives me insane but it's also what makes me laugh at times. My short fuse with her is probably what bothers her the most. We both annoy each other but that's how true siblings are.

She's my life's witness and I'm hers. We've seen everything there's to see about each other. We've dealt struggles together. We know each other so well that we don't have to speak in order to communicate. We can see what the other is going to do next just by glancing into each other's eyes. When she's hurting, I hurt just as much and vice versa. She knows my past, I know hers. We hold our deepest secrets close to our hearts and we can trust without doubt. My sister and I have a special bond that'll take a lot to break.

While she may not be book smart, her good intentions have pulled me out of many bad situations. She still holds on to those words that my parents used to lecture us about back in the day when we weren't grown enough to tell the difference between bad and good. I respect her for being independent and never slipping away like I did.

I care about her more than I show it. I wish I was a better role model for her because when I was little, all I ever wanted to be is someone that my little sister looked up to. As of now, I'm far from that goal although I haven't given up trying yet. I want her to know that she can open up to me and there's no need to be afraid to speak her mind when she's talking to me. She can come to me for anything, at any time, even though before she receives it I'll act like I don't want to give it to her. I'll be the first to run to her when she's in trouble, with anything. I'll always be on her side no matter the number of people against her. I'll do anything and everything to prevent her from making the same mistakes I did, and in the future, I'll kick whoever that breaks her heart in the face. I want to be the first to hold her hand and pick her up when she falls because nothing will hurt me more than seeing her get hurt.