Sisters

I have a sister. She's roughly two years, four months, and twenty-four days younger than me. Up until recently, I meant as little to her as any other idiot from school, always getting on her nerves and best used as an outlet for her frustrations. Now, that seems to have changed. I don't know why it did, or what might have caused the change. But I have taken a second look at what having a sister really is, with the help of the two days we spent together this past weekend. And I think I have a fairly good idea now.

A sister......

...is someone who will get up at 0430 to help you move out of a dorm room and then stays awake across the most boring stretch of highway within hundreds of miles
...is the one who sits on the bench by the pond with you and feeds the ducks bread while everyone around you stares like they'd never thought of that before
...is the kind of person you can chat with for hours about some of the most mundane things
...is someone who doesn't mind driving for awhile so you can get some sleep
...thinks the detour because she drove past our intersection is cool, not an annoyance
...is sympathetic to your frustration at driving in a big city
...laughs like a loon when you get so far off the main highway that the tiny towns you pass through have one-lane roads and don't appear on the map
...will fangirl out with you
...wants to watch cheesy 80s movies with you
...feeds you M&Ms when you can't reach for them yourself because you're driving
...smears you with after-sun lotion and is sympathetic to your burns
...likes the meals you just throw together without a recipe
...comes in after a rotten day and just wants a hug
...blows up in your face, then apologizes and wants to talk
...hangs in your arms for no particular reason. She doesn't need one
...raves about musicals with you
...accepts your advice, even is she won't use it
...is indispensable, worth more than the world, and one of a kind