My sister, she is older than myself by two years, we are the eldest of four children, as different as night and day, I thought we were the same in many ways, until this weekend.
Growing up, I looked up to her. It didn't always look that way, because I always tried to be different and always walked to the beat of my own drummer. But she was always just so perfect in my eyes, smart, tall, happy, beautiful and she took no shit from anyone, not her teachers, her bosses, her friends, or men...she was truly a standout in my eyes. She always knew what she wanted, worked hard, studied harder....and never believed she couldn't do something. I thought that we were both strong and courageous, until yesterday...she proved to be the true warrior.
Sure, everyone thinks me the tough one, the dark one...( she did after all dress up as a nun for Halloween one year!), I have overcome things in my life on my own, maybe out of a sense of pride....or just having to learn it the hard way...but my sister is always the first person to help you, the first one to call, the first one to be there for you...not matter what. She said to me once that we are tough, because we are our mother's and her mother ( our grandmother), daughters,...and that should count for something...and it does. It provided my sister with a guardian angel who always watches over her ( and me!)...who gives her the strength everyday to be the woman she is.
So for you my sister I wrote this...because I am so proud of you and how courageous you are...and I hope that when I grow up ....I will have even a little of the courage and love that you have in your heart.
Ti amo ....sempre.
xoxo
BT&HB
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