A LETTER TO MY SISTER @FromBeeWithLove Bronte Huskinson

A Letter to My Sister

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We haven’t always had the best relationship. When we were younger, we used to argue about everything. Who would be who in our made-up games, who would get to play with that certain Bratz Doll and who would be responsible for the clean-up. You used to do everything in your power to get me into trouble, and I would get my own back my always winning in our foot wrestling wars. I used to hate how you would always be the popular one, how you could just do that annoying voice and bat your eyelids and get dad to do anything for you. I used to hate how you would blame me for things that I didn’t do, that you would cry for no reason and say it was because of something I did. But it’s fine, because I cut your hair for you and you had to get it sorted out by a real hairdresser.

You were a nightmare when you were a teenager, and not an adult like you are now. We both were nightmares when we were fifteen. You would stay in your room all day and answer back for no reason. We couldn’t have a conversation without getting annoyed at each other. You would snap, and take out your bad moods on others, but never dad.

But the more I’ve got to know you, the more I’ve realised that I’ve never known anyone quite like you.

In fact, I would go as far to say that you’re the most unique person that I’ve ever met.
I love that you come down stairs and randomly twirl around in that one spot in the living room. I love that you care so deeply about others. I love that you aren’t afraid to be yourself, and I love that you get so passionate about something that it requires your full energy and attention. I love that everything is over dramatic to you, and that you tell me random stories about your friends. I never remember them. I love your love for life. I love that I have no idea how the hell you’re going to cope when you’re at university, but I’m not going to miss you always sleeping through your alarm, but I admire that you’re able to do that.

The fact of the matter is that I wouldn’t be me without you.
You’ve taught me a lot of lessons in patience. You also bring out my fun and silly side, and I will always cherish our private jokes that nobody understands, especially mum.

We are two sides to the same coin. And I wouldn’t change any part of you for the world.