Dear Big Sister,
Having an elder sister such as yourself to provide an amazing beacon of hope for me through my formative years is simply godsend.
I’ll forever be grateful for the random times we shared and will share together.
When I was younger and had nightmares, it was your bed that I would jump into.
When I was in primary school looking lost and tiny, you introduced me to your group of friends and I was everyone’s little sister for a couple of years…yeah,,, I knew class eights when I was in class one so bullies didn’t stand a chance.
When I’d selected schools to go to for either secondary or university, mum would say that you had the same choices in mind…which can only be possible because we share that sister-sister telepathy.
I remember when I used to steal your clothes and wear them outside because all I had in my closet were shorts, t-shirts and sweatpants…none of the pretty pretty tops and dresses… and when you found out, you’d get so mad and then I would tell you that I hadn’t taken them. And then hours later you would have forgiven me and all was right with the world again…until the next petty fight we’d have. An endless cycle.
All my friends, back then, knew who you were and at any one point in time, if they saw you outside they would rush back and tell me “I saw your sister and she said Hi to me”.
So many girls out there with sisters, cry foul and complain that they grew up in their sister’s shadow…but that has never come into my mind.
I was born into a world that you had already taken over by storm and a couple of years later a tiny kinky haired baby girl was set in-front of your path and the universe told you to lead her the right way…a protege of sorts.
It didn’t take you too long to claim that I was your own kid. Mum probably used to sit and laugh as she watched how you handled the “doll(Me)” and stole my cerelac(yes, I have heard this story….) and it had to be replaced with mashed pumpkins. (eeeeeew).
There’s never enough words to express all these years of surviving on this earth with an amazing role-model as yourself.
You protected me from my brothers when they forgot the fact that I was a girl and partly fragile when it comes to being hit in the face by a football.
Sharing your things with me was a mandatory(because little sister privilege) but that changed over the years and now I’m the one who gets annoyed because you took my stuff without asking…and then I later stop to think and I realize that “Hey, you’re my sister,,,I used your stuff through half of my life so returning the favor is a given(because karma/law of the universe)”.
You sparked my love for life, music(ok, maybe not neo-soul though), beauty and all things enriching to the soul. Like the moon to a lost soul in the dark, you were my guide through the years.
When I think of courage, I think of you. When I think of love, I think of you. When I think of respect, I think of you.
But you probably already know this.
Where your life is at, is how I see my life in a couple of years.
I’ll always look up to you.
The first girl(notice i said girl and not woman because that spot is for mummy)…so the first girl I knew was my best-friend even when I played with boys and came home with clothes caked in mud instead of playing doll house with the other girls.
Though that changed when we became sort-of obsessed with Gilmore girls and sister-sister(remember Tia and Tamera)
You’ll always accept me regardless because you know that when it comes down to it, you fit the meaning of “MY RIDE OR DIE Chick“.
And so you’ll probably read this in the office and start gushing and whatever,,,nope,,,I’ll not say this to your face just so you know. And I shall act as I always do,,,with the mindset that emotions are “icky” and should never be shown. However, gifts are accepted,,,jewellery, shoes. Thanks. ;)
I’ll say this quietly and so softly you might never hear it because I hope you already know. I’ll say it in the way I worry for you when you haven’t been in contact for a while. I’ll say it at night when I whisper your blessings into the darkness that swallows up my words. I’ll say nothing at all because there’s nothing left when you try to articulate something more than gratitude.
Just know that I shall forever love you, and I approve of all that makes you happy because infinitely it makes me happy as well in a round about way.
I used to despise being called your little sister but now that I’ve discovered the real gem that it is growing up with a treasure such as yourself, the name can stay.
Your little-not-so-little sister,
Your annoying younger sister that all your friends insist is ever the sweetheart,
That little girl who considers you her mentor/role model/I wanna be like you when I grow up,
*Disclaimer: It was one of those sentimental mornings and I simply felt like I needed to acknowledge such a pillar of positivity and awesomeness. Blame it on the oestrogen.
Sister Sister soundtrack
The Cheetah Girls -Sisters
Our spots are different
We make each other stronger
That ain’t ever gonna change