Sisters

There is a certain, unmistakable bond between sisters. I'm not quite sure what it is, but sisters have this innate sense to stick together and create a bond that's almost impossible to break. Well, of course there are some sets of sisters that defy this rule and flat out hate each other. They despise sharing a room or clothes with their sister, and cannot wait for the day when they will finally go their separate ways.

Well, my sister and I aren't like that. She's always been my hero. Being four years older, she was always mature, cool, and stylish, and my only goal was to be just like her. Since we didn't have any neighbors during our younger years, we became each other's playmates when the boys became too rough for us. She didn't care that I was four whole years younger than her, she knew that I was her sister and wanted to help me. When we were in elementary school, I used to get her hand-me-downs and couldn't wait until I got big enough to wear her cool clothes. But soon, I realized that the hand-me-downs were even too small for me, so my mom said that we should start sharing clothes. Now, there are several sets of siblings who absolutely hate this arragement, but not Alissa. She saw it as a chance to double her closet and introduce me to the world of fashion. No matter how many times I refused to stop wearing high waters to school, she perservered (thankfully) until I agreed.

We also shared a room for about the first 15 years of my life. Although we occasionally had fights about who left the room a mess, it was a pretty happy arrangement. There was one time though, she asked me to turn out the lights. And me, being the obliging little sister, agreed. So I got out of bed, hit the switch by the door, and wandered back to my bed in the dark. This would have been fine except for the fact that she had a switch right above her bedside table. When I mentioned this fact to me she said, "Well, I'm already situated in the covers." That response worked for me until after a while I realized that it wasn't fair. So we argued for a little bit, but I eventually won :).

I know you probably don't care about how cool I think my sister is, but I just wanted to commend her for it. Granted, I made it easy being a cool little sister and not one of those evil ones who looks cute and then stabs you in the back, but she did a pretty great job. I mean, how many people can actually say that they would love to hang out with their little sister when they're four years younger than you, wear your clothes, and you share a room. Kudos to you big sissy!