A Sister Means Everything
May 12th, 2011 by monicamoran
[Dedicated to my little sister Olivia…you will always be my number one]
My first creative writing class inspired me to write something. I was thinking at first to start a story but then realized that I should save that for later and just write on my blog. And this time, to write something more substantial; something more than just talking about day to day life or school and such; something that allows creativity and emotions to intertwine with the words. So I chose to write about my sister because she means that much to me.
Before I came to college, I always took my sisters presence for granted given the fact that she would sometimes annoy the hell out of me, drive me insane, fill the house with constant bickering and useless arguments, which would sometimes evolve into huge fights. I have to admit that there were times when hatred and tension replaced sisterly love.”They fight a lot…stop fighting!” seemed to be the main phrase that was associated with our relationship. That wasn’t surprising at all because it was fact!
Yet, she was still my little sister.
Behind those rivalries and nonsense lay memories that can never be replaced, memories that only my sister and I could share; the laughs, the craziness, the jokes and the tears. Days in the car where we would act like fools, stifling laughter even though Papa told us to be quiet. The thought of my days packing and leaving to college felt very distant, and I focused on cherishing the now. Moments like those were just irreplaceable.
She’s my best friend.
When I left home and began my journey across the Pacific Ocean, I never thought I would have days where I would really miss my sister. Miss her presence and reminisce on the good old days when we were together. I would always tell myself that this was finally the time where I could have time on my own and not have to worry about her constantly. But in the end, I came to miss that as well. When you’re really gone from that person for a while, it really hits you, and you realize that being apart from family like a sister or brother doesn’t really make you feel better, free or relieved. The moment they’re gone…that’s when it hits you. It makes you want them even more.
I wonder if she feels the same way. I know she’ll never admit how she really feels about me not being around the house anymore but I know – well, like to believe – that deep down she misses me just the same. 🙂
Having a sibling is a blessing because they give life to you and play a huge role in making you the person you are today. My sister plays a big part in my life as she completes me. And I promised myself that I’ll always be there by her side no matter what happens…
That will never, ever change.