My sister Emily, or Em, Em-Em, Emmy, is my best fried. (Okay, I meant to type best friend, not best fried, but I left it there because it made me chuckle.)
Emily is one of the greatest gifts I have ever received. She understands me in a way that few people do. We can have a whole conversation with our eyes and I'll know exactly what she's "talking" about.
My adventurous sibling loves horse-back riding. She enjoys both the adrenaline-surged gallop and slow, graceful trot. When I see a picture of a horse, I think of Em's love for them.
Mi hermana es muy bonita. (Translation from Spanish to English: My sister is very beautiful.) She looks so different from me. I have dark hair, she has blonde hair. My eyes are light brown (I like saying hazel.) and Em's are an ocean blue. (Cool fact: Emily's eyes will turn green when she is immersed in either pool or ocean water... but not shower water.)
The minute a NASCAR race comes on TV, Emily is on her feet, cheering, charged up to see Dale Jr. win. Emily is brave: she fights Lyme disease, and funny: she can memorize lines from any movie after one watch and repeat them, voice altered to match the actor's.
She is crazy, cool, stubborn, lovely, weird, sometimes annoying, brilliant, and most especially my sister. I wouldn't trade her for all of the books in the world. (Even if those books, ALL OF THOSE BOOKS, were to be thrown into a fire and erased from every single computer/software database in the world.)
I love Emmy.
As much as you love books, it says a lot that you wouldn't trade them for you sister. Treasure her and your relationship. I told my sons that they may not always have the same friends, but they would always have the same brother. As you grow up and your lives go different direction, make efforts to stay connected.
ReplyDeleteYes, I am very grateful for Emily. We definitely will stay connected.
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