My Sister

As its International Women’s Day today, I wanted to celebrate a special woman in my life…my little sister. *soppy alert!!*

When I was younger and my mum was pregnant, I wanted a baby brother so I could be the only girl in the family. Luckily I got sister. When my little sister was born and her little beautiful face looked at me, I fell in love instantly. Right there and then, I couldn’t be happier to have a sister. It’s a relationship that changed my life and one I am thankful for.

It hasn’t always been easy. We’ve said horrible and hurtful things to each other, the way only sisters can because we know which buttons to push. We’ve had physical fights, although I still maintain that I didn’t push her down the stairs…she slipped and she once chased me around the house with a knife. We’ve hated each other with such passion and conviction, that at times my poor mother thought World War III was going to erupt at any moment and that there would never be peace in our household.

The truth is I loved her as much as I hated her in those moments of madness, even if it didn’t feel like it at the time. I don’t think anyone else would provoke such a reaction in me if it wasn’t for the love and I really love my sister. She is my best friend, my ally, my secret sharer, my partner in crime and my spontaneous bad influence. She is the first person I can call if I’m feeling crap and she knows how to cheer me up when I can’t shake the blues. She steps up without hesitation and is there when I when I need her, before I even ask. She has been there throughout the hardest times in my life (and there has been a far few of these!) and has not once let me down. 

Constantly my champion, I value her opinion and she always has my best interests at heart even though she did once try to sell me in exchange for camels on holiday.

My sister doesn’t care about upsetting the apple cart and shoots straight when it comes to telling me how it is, especially when I don’t want to hear it. I can tell when it’s coming because she calls me “Nina”. We have numerous nicknames for each other so it’s weird when we use each other’s names. She fights my corner against everyone and is protective of me. She looks after me if I’m ever worst for wear, feeding me water, undressing me and putting me to bed. However this comes at a price, usually this involves her taking blackmail photos, laughing at me to my face and calling me piss head the following day to remind me of my disgraceful, lightweight behaviour. 

There is no one else that can made me laugh out loud or make me cry with tears of laughter. I love that we have always have something to talk about on a daily basis, that we always end every phone call with I love you. My sister has grown into a woman I love, admire and respect. I can’t imagine my life without her and I don’t want to. I feel lucky that I have a woman in my life that is my rock no matter what. She’s not just my sister, she’s my best friend.

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