I’m going to try keep this short and sweet!
So it was my sister’s birthday yesterday, and as I wished her the yearly birthday wishes (without even knowing where on earth she was) I couldn’t help but really think about what I said to her, and how much she really does mean to me. Which got me reminiscing of the good times, the great times and those horrible times cause yes when your sister purposely locks you out of the house in freezing cold after an exhausting flight, I count that as horrible. (I don’t care what mum says you were adopted and I stand by my story)
With my sister our relationship has always been weird, we love each other dearly but we are complete enemies most times, we simply just can’t seem to get along. From little girls, through to our teenage years we’d fight about everything and anything, we just couldn’t seem to agree on anything and now as adults I often wonder why she couldn’t just think like me, or act like me or just even see things from my perspective and agree with me, but honestly with the sister I have, she’d still disagree even if it kills her.
The role of a big sister can sometimes be complex especially when you have a head strong and severely opinionated big sister who is still finding her own way, throw in a younger sister who is audacious, unafraid but open-hearted and you’ve got yourself a muddled mess somewhere in-between.
Anyways on to the point of this write-up, a while ago I read a quote somewhere that said
‘she is going through her own things’