my sister is the best person ever.
Everyone has a person in their life. That person who made you who you are. They shaped a lot of your character. Sometimes its a best friend. sometimes its a parent. For me, its my sister.
I remember when i was younger and couldnt do a thing with out her around. Everything i did i wanted tiffy there. She was my role model for half of my life. Then of course i strayed from her a little. Trying to be my own little danielle. But then, when i needed her the most, during the summer of going into 9th grade, you can bet my sister was right there by my side. My parents were basically getting a divorce, but still living together. My mom was kind of dating another guy (and my parents are still married, mind you) and my dad was off doing his own thing with this girl. My boyfriend at the time had cheated on me and broke up with me. My mom was telling me everything that was going on with her. No one was ever home with me. My best friend was moving, whom i was used to living around the corner from me, since we had met. There was nights i would go without any food in the house. And im serious. not like when you look in your cabinets and there is nothing good to eat. i would look in my whole house and find nothing but some expired milk and a couple boxes of some crackers and maybe a stale box of cereal. Everything else went bad and my parents basically forgot they even had kids to raise.
So who was there to help? My sister. No one else. Sure family memebers might have tried, but the only one there 24/7; the only one worrying about wether or not i ate; the only one who made sure i was feeling alright, was my sister. And god dammit, if there was ever a way to thank her, i would. When i wasnt eating that summer, all my parents did was yell at me, and walk out of the house saying, danielle you have to eat sooner or later. whats wrong with you. and walk out. stuff like that. but my sister. she was persistent. when i was throwing up nothing (from lack of eating) she was there holding my hair back. when i didnt have an appetite for anything, she kept pushing until i found something i would keep down and i would consider eating (which ended up being bannas, milk and ice in a blender. haha) When no one really listened when i was loosing 5 lbs in a week, she did. When i wasnt sleeping for nights at a time, she was there to listen to me cry. She was always trying to lead me in the right direction. My sister has made me a lot of who i am. And i dont know...i love her. I would be no one with out my sister. no one. I wouldnt even be here right now.
At a time when i didnt really wanna live anymore, the thing that kept me going was my sister. i dont know how i could leave her behind. How i cant imagine her having to find me. how she would most likely blame herself (because thats the kind of person she is) thinking she didnt do enough to stop me and what not.
When it all comes down to it, my sister is an amazing person. She has always been there to listen. She has always helped me. She has always made me laugh. Its a nice feeling knowing when i fall, she will pick me up. Its good to know when i fuck up, she will set me straight. Its nice knowing if i come home and i need the biggest hug in the world, theres someone waiting there to give it to me. No matter how much heartache i endure, or how many problems come my way. No matter how many times i fail in life, she is still gonna be proud of me. And that is such an amazing feeling. To know you always have that person to back you up.
I love my sister. There is no one else like her.
I remember when i was younger and couldnt do a thing with out her around. Everything i did i wanted tiffy there. She was my role model for half of my life. Then of course i strayed from her a little. Trying to be my own little danielle. But then, when i needed her the most, during the summer of going into 9th grade, you can bet my sister was right there by my side. My parents were basically getting a divorce, but still living together. My mom was kind of dating another guy (and my parents are still married, mind you) and my dad was off doing his own thing with this girl. My boyfriend at the time had cheated on me and broke up with me. My mom was telling me everything that was going on with her. No one was ever home with me. My best friend was moving, whom i was used to living around the corner from me, since we had met. There was nights i would go without any food in the house. And im serious. not like when you look in your cabinets and there is nothing good to eat. i would look in my whole house and find nothing but some expired milk and a couple boxes of some crackers and maybe a stale box of cereal. Everything else went bad and my parents basically forgot they even had kids to raise.
So who was there to help? My sister. No one else. Sure family memebers might have tried, but the only one there 24/7; the only one worrying about wether or not i ate; the only one who made sure i was feeling alright, was my sister. And god dammit, if there was ever a way to thank her, i would. When i wasnt eating that summer, all my parents did was yell at me, and walk out of the house saying, danielle you have to eat sooner or later. whats wrong with you. and walk out. stuff like that. but my sister. she was persistent. when i was throwing up nothing (from lack of eating) she was there holding my hair back. when i didnt have an appetite for anything, she kept pushing until i found something i would keep down and i would consider eating (which ended up being bannas, milk and ice in a blender. haha) When no one really listened when i was loosing 5 lbs in a week, she did. When i wasnt sleeping for nights at a time, she was there to listen to me cry. She was always trying to lead me in the right direction. My sister has made me a lot of who i am. And i dont know...i love her. I would be no one with out my sister. no one. I wouldnt even be here right now.
At a time when i didnt really wanna live anymore, the thing that kept me going was my sister. i dont know how i could leave her behind. How i cant imagine her having to find me. how she would most likely blame herself (because thats the kind of person she is) thinking she didnt do enough to stop me and what not.
When it all comes down to it, my sister is an amazing person. She has always been there to listen. She has always helped me. She has always made me laugh. Its a nice feeling knowing when i fall, she will pick me up. Its good to know when i fuck up, she will set me straight. Its nice knowing if i come home and i need the biggest hug in the world, theres someone waiting there to give it to me. No matter how much heartache i endure, or how many problems come my way. No matter how many times i fail in life, she is still gonna be proud of me. And that is such an amazing feeling. To know you always have that person to back you up.
I love my sister. There is no one else like her.