Not in the mood.

Day 4: Sibling

Dear Sibling,

We grew up fighting, pulling hair, scratching, locking each other (read: me locking you) in the chokey.

I'm so glad we've grown up. Because now I actually feel like we're in a good place. A place where you can call me crying and ask for advice, or where I can just walk into your (coughMYcough) room and lay on your bed and talk about nothing. You're the only one who can know what it's REALLY like, and you're the only one who knows all the memories, and you're the only one that shares that language with me. You're closer than any friend I have solely because of that stuff, and even though we still fight and annoy each other and disagree sometimes, we're sisters. No one can replace what you give. And you'll always be there, through everything. You'll be the maid of honor at my wedding, the aunt to my kids (if these things happen, and isn't it weird to think of us being old? Yes). My life wouldn't be the same without you.

The End.