I have a sister that from the time that I met her I never quite understood. She was difficult and young, adorable and unmanageable. Some days I hated her and other days all I wanted to do was protect her.
As we grew we never got to know each other, we lived in the same house for 13 years and never really knew anything other than small things about the other. I never saw the pain that she hid and she never understood the pain that I couldn't hide.
I left home as soon as I was able because I couldn't stand to live in that "home" anymore, but I felt guilty at leaving her behind. I know the pain that house contains but I couldn't save her, I didn't know that she would want me to.
After I left home she began to see why I had to run, she understood and to my surprise she didn't hold it against me. We began to grow into the sisters that I had always hoped we would be. We still fought, but the fighting wasn't going to tear us apart anymore.
My little sister, my little sister. She isn't so little anymore, but she is just as young to me as she was when we first met. Some how I don't think that will ever change. However, what has changed has been for the best, we see each other now and I couldn't imagine it being any other way.
If I never speak to anyone else in my family other than her it would be fine. She is the person who knew me when, she is the person that I want to know me always. I know that I haven't been the best to my sister and I am thankful that she forgives me for my ignorance.
She is my little sister, my difficult, young, adorable, and unmanageable little sister.
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I am very close to my younger brother now but when we were teens it was pretty ugly....Growing up we were all we had so when we hit that I hate you period it was devastating to both of us!! He went into a downward spiral of drug abuse and drinking and I constantly had to drag him out of flop houses and crack houses, I didn't give a shit where I had to go as long as he was rescued from himself, which took years!! But I never gave up!!! Today he is an awesome man who is married and has 2 gorgeous children, is the supervisor for one company and starting his own on the side as well as owning his second home!!!! You can tell here that I love him so much and am so proud to be his sister!! This was an awesome story about you and your sister (whom I think is pretty incredible too) and I am glad that I got the chance to read it!! Many blessings...
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Well written!
A simple concept executed well. It is easy on the eyes and has a theme what we can identify with.
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that is so sweet
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this was absolutely wonderful. i, myself, am also a little sister. i remember when my sister left home...like you it was as soon as she could get out of that hell hole. growing up, we always fought. she's only 3 years older than me. she always wanted to protect me and it killed her when she had to let me fend for myself.
this is very touching. i could almost hear my sister's voice saying it. thank you so much for sharing. i hope you let your sister read this.
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Now don't I feel loved. *smiles*
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SuicidalLover
You should... it took me a long time to like you!!! roflmao -
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Shit bitch...right back at you! LOL. You should go to sleep.
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Look at the kettle calling the pot black... if I'm a bitch then YOU sure as hell are... hee hee and I know I should go to bed but you can't make me... hee hee hee
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You're right. Good luck getting up in the morning!
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