This is my sister. She is 5 years younger than me. All my life she has always been there. Always wanting to be part of whatever it was I was doing. Always bugging me, always annoying me and , always trying to get in my business.
However, she is my sister. I love her. I love her quirks and I hate her quirks. She always finds away to make me laugh most of the time. When we hang out, there are lots of rude things said, laughs at others expense, and insults shared.
When we were kids, we would fight like cats and dogs, make each other cry, and be the first to throw an insult out at each other. However, let someone on the outside say something something bad, and we were there first ones to defend each other, I guess that's just what family is. You hate them. You love them. You can't live without them.
My sister has been there for me in ways I don't think she will ever know. She fiercely defends me to this day and offers to take the faces off of anyone who says a negative thing about me. She still lives at home, and while I tease her about that, it's comforting to know that she is watching out for my parents.
We still fight like cats and dogs when we spend more than 3-4 hours with each other, but she is still my family and I love her. She is one of my favorite people. I love my sissy!
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I have two sisters (and one brother) and our relationships are much the same...and wouldn't trade them for the world. Sound like you are blessed (most of the time, tee-hee!).
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