When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?
An older sister is a friend and defender - a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.
Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize. Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks. Borrow. Break. Monopolize the bathroom. Are always underfoot. But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there. Defending you against all comers.
We shared. Parents. Home. Pets. Celebrations. Catastrophes. Secrets. And the threads of our experience became so interwoven that we are linked. I can never be utterly lonely, knowing you share the planet.
If your sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and cannot catch your eye, she's wearing your best sweater.
Sisters don't need words. They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks - expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief. Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs - that can undermine any tale you're telling.
Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five.
Sisters share the scent and smells... the feel of a common childhood.
It's hard to be responsible, adult and sensible all the time. How good it is to have a sister whose heart is as young as your own.
A younger sister is someone to use as a guinea-pig in trying sledges and experimental go-carts. Someone to send on messages to Mum. But someone who needs you - who comes to you with bumped heads, grazed knees, tales of persecution. Someone who trusts you to defend her. Someone who thinks you know the answers to almost everything.
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