when I come home in the morning to my sister.
I walk into the room, and when she hears me open the door she reaches for me and pats the bed, signaling for me to lie down next to her. (This usually only happens on weekends, because that's the only time that she's at our house.) So I get into bed, and she hugs me tighter each time this happens. I realize then just how much I miss her. This is when the tears silently roll down my cheeks.
She'll be thirteen years old this coming Wednesday. I've watched her grow and mature from the day she was born, to the first time I taught her how to walk, to her Cheetah Girls phase and to the day she was elected for student council. I'm really proud of the girl that she has become.
Like I said, she's turning thirteen this week, and it scares me. From the moment I started high school to this very point in time, I have had the best and the worst times of my life. I know that she'll be exposed to great and terrible things, and I can't do anything to stop it. Maybe I'm just worried because I got a pretty bad hand of cards growing up, and I don't want her to go through the same experiences I did.
I guess all I can do is love her and hope for the best - 'cause that's what she deserves.
1 comments:
wow this is exactly how i feel about stacey and some of the other younger ones but i'm sure you feel it way more with your sister. it's gonna be so hard watching her go through some of the same struggles and bullshit but i think she knows we're gonna be there for her and that's probably the best thing we could do. i would fucking kill for sable dude she's so precious lol we should do something for her birthday :D
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