At first, I was unhappy when the two of you suddenly dropped into my life. It was me, mommy and daddy for so long, and all of a sudden, I had to share all the attention with the two of you. It didn't take long to get used to this new arrangement. It prepared us for a lifetime of sharing. sharing clothes. Sharing toys. Sharing secrets. Sharing heartache. Sharing life. Of course, we had our moments. We fought. We threatened to never speak again. It never lasted very long and than we loved again and forgot what it was that made us hate for those few small moments.
When I moved away, my heart ached for those times that we shared and I missed you two so much. And like the fights we had, that didn't last too long either. Soon, the two of you followed me to my new home. After a visit to my new home, it was decided that we would all be roommates again. Except we were on our own, without parents. What a time we had during those two years. Then the day came again.
The day we had to say goodbye. But this time, I was staying put and the two of you decided to move clear across the country. Not five hundred miles away. Ten thousand miles away. We still have holidays and Sunday calls, but it's not the same. It's lonely and it feels like something is always missing. The only solace I have is the memories I hold close to my heart, the pictures that hang on my wall and plaster my desktop and just knowing that I shared something so special with you. Something that a lot of people don't get the chance to experience in their lifetime. What a privilege it has been to be your big sister and to share with you all I know about life and to learn so much more from you.
