Saying “my little sister” or “I have a younger sister,” in my opinion, has a completely different feel from someone talking about their older sister or brother.
A little sister is like something you OWN. It’s awesome.
You see, I remember (vaguely) life before a little sister. I remember being the little girl everyone ooh’d and aah’d over. I remember little old ladies making a huge deal out of my pink ruffly dress and that usher that always had butterscotch candies in his pocket always made sure I got one.
Then everything changed…..
Suddenly I was four years old and here was this very fat roly poly baby. Don’t get me wrong – I wasn’t jealous! Once she could walk I dragged her around by her hand, I tied her shoes for her, I panickedly informed my mother when she was hungry or needed something. I ran the show, believe you me, but I thrilled in teaching her things.
I taught her to climb out of her crib, and even put a chair beside it each night so she could get out.
Apparently I also taught her that it was normal for raccoons to come out of the toilet and bite her hiney while she was going to the bathroom. (Leading to a continued irrational fear of raccoons…)
I remember telling her secrets and teaching her the proper way to play Barbies.
As we got older, we moved a couple times – first, away from Illinois to a small town in Indiana, and then from there to Indianapolis. Both times, I found myself without any friends, starting all over. But she was still there. There was a comfort to knowing that someone in my life was around no matter what. Through the lonely times and the fun times.
To this day, there is no one that makes me laugh like my sister, and there is no one who laughs at my jokes like she does. I can tell her things I can’t tell other people. I can share my heart with her, because she is the kind of person who absorbs it. With some people, it’s like it bounces off and you get feedback – which is great – but not her. She listens and rather than offering advice or counsel, she simply takes it from you. It is a refreshing thing.
She will never be the Delp daughter that is on a platform or that is making a scene. She tends to watch, to observe, and to soak. Where I tend to be brash and to speak too quickly, she reflects and speaks when she has something to say. Because of this, her words hold more weight than mine.
She stands unwaveringly for what she believes. She has allowed her heart to be broken rather than compromise what she believes. She has put aside her own feelings to live out her faith.
She is many things to many people, but she is MY little sister. Possessive pronoun, she is mine.