A sister by any other name would be as sweet…

Or the bane of your existence.

Your relationship with your sister can really only go one of two ways, right? You’re either best friends or you’re not.

There’s never a question of love, I mean, she is your sister. And there is also no question that at some point in your life, you probably wanted to throttle her. There’s a famous quote, for which I could not find a source – If you don’t understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you are probably an only child.

Having a sister is a wonderful thing. You can read each other like an open book, often finish each other’s sentences and the inside jokes are the best. She will always be brutally honest with you, be it with criticism or genuine praise. There’s never a need to explain your family’s oddities, like crazy Uncle Jack or strange inherited behaviours. She was right there living that life with you. How much better than that can it get?

From the perspective of the younger sister, I can personally guarantee the following to be true:

  • You were always the assistant or the brunt of her weird experiments or pranks. How many times have you heard “Here hold this” or “This won’t hurt a bit” or “Trust me. Just close your eyes.”
  • You were instantly famous and/or infamous in school as you followed her through the grades.
  • You have, on at least one occasion, been convinced you were adopted.
  • On several occasions you’ve taken great pleasure out of annoying the heck out of her.
  • You’ve taken the blame for many misfortunes and, likely, gotten away with many more, just because you were the younger one.
  • You know, without a doubt, that your sister is your first, last and best friend. Period.

And you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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To all the older sisters out there, I want to apologize for all the times I put plastic bugs in your bed, cut your doll’s hair, used your make up without asking, ruined your party/date/sleepover, cried and got you in trouble, just because I could. And if your mother, like ours did, dressed you alike until you were ten years old, I apologize for that, too. Although I have to admit, I loved every minute of it. 😀

What’s your sister story? Tell us in the comments below.

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