My Sister

Okay so this is my sister Amy, for those who don't know. (The bottom of the totem pole). She's 18, and she is my pride and joy! It's amazing to see how our relationship has grown over the last 18 years. When she was born, I was one of those odd kids who wasn't jealous of a new baby in the house; I was actually excited and as she grew, I couldn't help but fall in love with her. She had such a fun personality, and I kind of began to feel responsible for her, I had to take care of her.
Well as we got older, and started getting out of home school and into the real world, we drifted apart. She had her friends, and I had mine. We were no longer each other's best friends, like we had been for ten years. It stayed this way for quite a while. We didn't get along well at all through school. We fought all the time, we had different attitudes and beliefs, we had different friends and were always at each other's throats. There were lots of tears and lots of hurt and lots of mean and nasty words said to each other. It makes me laugh how much we seemed to "hate" each other, but whenever stuff happened at home, emotional stuff with our parents, we always had each other, which was ironic, because that was the only time we got along. It was the one thing we had in common.
Finally, we "grew up." Now, I think we get along better than we ever had. We talk, we laugh, we have pillow fights and beat each other up (in a fun sort of way) and hang out a lot. It's amazing to watch her grow, but I still feel responsible for her and I feel the need to take care of her, but she is an adult now, who can take care of herself, but in my heart, she will always be my baby sister.
We're still so different, but we can still have fun together and talk about things and hang out and watch movies, and have sleepovers. Last night, we went to my mom's for her birthday, and Amy and I chased each other, and pushed each other off mom's bed with my mom in the background yelling about how we're going to hurt each other. (After she grabbed my camera and shot some pictures - thanks for the help mom :D). Meanwhile my sister is creaming me. She's a lot stronger than she used to be, but even as a child, a foot shorter than me, she managed to pin me down all the time with her secret weapon involving my pinky finger. (Don't ask - we were weird children).
Anyway, my sister is still my best friend, and she will continue to be my baby sister as she grows and as I grow.

CHRISSY