My darling little bee, my dearest little sis,
No one in my life will ever be like this to me, except her.
We fought and bickered until one of us cried “MOM!”
But by the time Mom reached us, we had already made up.
Growing up it was often just the two of us, playing with dolls
Or putting on entire shows and charging admission.
Because it was just us two, the connection only grew stronger. Her tears were mine, and anyone who hurt her… Well.
When I moved out on my own, I couldn’t get used to not seeing her every day. And when I’d visit home the first thing I’d say: “where’s Jahlis?”
I have so many pictures and videos on my phone that don’t make sense to anyone but us. And I love that. But I will share them with anyone and everyone because I like to brag about how great she is and how happy she makes me. So if you’ve seen the Piggy videos or the ones about the Chupacabra, I apologise. Except I’m not sorry for the laughter.
After she moved to London things only got harder. She wasn’t just 30 minutes away and there were times I wanted nothing more than to have her near. It was during that year that I realised just how dear she is to me. And when she decided to come back, I very selfishly celebrated.
Anyone who knows me knows I love my sister more than anything in this life and I will gladly do anything I possibly can to make sure she’s happy. Her tears are mine and anyone who hurts her? Well.
I think she is the only one who can make me laugh the way she does and the only one who is always on my side first and will save her questions for later. If I need her in the middle of the night, she will open the door and make me tea.
So you see, without her, life is just not the same. And with her, everything is that much better.
My darling little bee. My dearest little sister.