Me And My Sister.
It's hot outside we're sitting on the steps because we have nothing else to do. People are riding bikes and driving by in their cars and we just sit there silent, then it happened."Kadine look pon da gal nose it shape weird" I Shouted at my little sister and in a split second, before I could duck I felt her blows on my head. " Nadine, a da same exact ting me did a think, how you know say a dat me did a go say." I was not surprised, it had been happening a lot lately, we always seemed to be thinking the same thing, looking at the same person getting jokes that no one else seemed to get. I looked at her and told her I had no idea what she was talking about. My little sister it's funny to me that people look at me and ask me who's older, I used to think isn't it obvious who's older, I guess it's not.
My little sister was born on July 4, 1985, she is the only one out of me and my other siblings to have been born in a hospital. My little sister was my father's last child before he died and for a while I used to think that that fact gave her some sort of dominance over me. I was a spoiled little girl before she came, I was the baby of the family and in a way I still am. I hated her for taking my title, I didn't want her and I figured that if I didn't want her then there was no possible way that my mother would keep her, well of course I was wrong. My little sister was a pain to me from the beginning and I was certain that she would always be a pain and of course I was wrong.
As I sat on the steps with her I smiled, we've come a long way from the days of trying to hurt each other, now we would never let another person hurt neither one of us. We still have our arguments but we always make up, we will be together for a long time for you see we are two of a kind. She has helped me through a lot and I know that no matter what I will always have a friend in her and for that I LOVE HER.
