Sister

I am the oldest of four girls.

Yes, I have three younger sisters.

THERE ARE FIVE FEMALES IN ONE HOUSE…

Ok, I diverted; being the oldest to me means a lot at this point. It means that I’m the guinea pig, the protector, the traitor, the second parent, the bank, the example. To them, as the oldest, that is what I am. But that isn’t really what it means to be their sister. I am also their advice giver, extra support, cheerleader, best friend, diary, make-up artist, and personal at-home live entertainment.

Growing up, I used to struggle with finding ways to connect to them. I felt like I was painted as mean for bossing them around (you know, typical older sibling/younger sibling dynamic). But as my sisters get older and I watch them not be babies anymore. I have made it my mission to continuously connect with them to show them that I love them and that I care not just as their older sibling but as their sister. I would do anything for those girls, for my sisters. And that is what sisterhood means to me. It’s making a continuous effort to show love and care to your girls. To always have their best interest at heart, to have their back, to protect them at all cost, even if that means you’re protecting them from themselves. Because at the end of the day when everyone else is gone, your sisters are always there.