Dear Sis,
You are an interesting human being. You make me doubt everything in my life and make me question my own existence. You have random laughter attacks brought upon by simply existing. You refuse to lend me your clothes, yet you always take mine. I make friends with your friends, so that it's socially acceptable to hang out with you even more.
I sometimes cut your hair with a pair of construction scissors when you’re too lazy to get it done at an actual salon. I tell you that you look beautiful when you think you don’t, and ugly when you’re all dressed up.
We complain together for the sake of it because it’s comforting to know that we go through the same things. You skip out on parties when your friend doesn’t invite me as well. We switch clothes the next day so that we don’t have to come up with a new outfit (which is usually just a frayed t-shirt and a pair of sweats). I make fun of your height and you make fun of my feet (mens size 10.5).
Our shampoo never lasted a chance and you always seem to forget to put the towel back. You carry my spare inhaler just in case I forget and I’ve got your extra contacts solution. At the dentist, you fill in my forms as I assure the dentist that we floss religiously. You always keep an extra pillow on your bed just in case I feel lonely or can’t go to sleep.
You share responsibility when I get in trouble, because the burden is always lighter when we both share it. I can always depend on the extra hair band on your wrist because you know mine always snaps at the worst of times. We pretend to be twelve at our local diner, because on Wednesdays and Sundays, kids eat free.
Thank you for laughing when my jokes are funny and not laughing even louder when they really weren’t. Thank you for teaching me the steps of photosynthesis and cellular respiration on the bus ride the morning of the test. Thank you for joining the cross country team when you had never ran a mile in your life just to support me. Thank you for helping me find a new show on Netflix after I finished the old one.
I always wonder why you eat cold pizza and spray ketchup on your fries. I wonder whether you love me just as much as I do or more (or….less). I wonder if we weren’t sisters if we would even be friends.
I hope that you can enjoy life just as much as I enjoy you. You make my life brighter. You are my boulder, even more than my rock.
Most of all, thank you for having the courage to flush Bubbles, our morbidly-obese goldfish, down the toilet when his stomach imploded from eating too much.
Love,
You-know-who
(NOT Voldemort….well, you never know)
