I still remember those days. She was laughter. She was joy. She was as adorable as life got.

It wasn’t the easiest of transitions. I woke up one day and suddenly my world wasn’t just about me anymore. It sounded so horrible. But she made it better.

Someone once asked me what my favorite day ever was. I didn’t have to think because I knew. I knew the moment it happened that I’ll never forget that day. It was a day I spent with her. She played on our pretend swing while I fed her every time she swung towards me.

I remember the first time she scared me. It’s still our inside joke. She hid behind a wall and waited for me to walk out of our restroom. When I took too long, she decided against it and went for a “Hello.” Little did she know, I was so lost in thought, the mere word scared me more than a scream would have. I may be scarred for life but the way she laughs when we reminisce about it makes it worth the fear.

She is everything I’ll never be. Always has been. She was a parent’s day dream. I was the nightmare. She knew what she wanted. She didn’t aim for the sky. She aimed for what she could do. And she did it. I spent my life being lost in one dream after another that I ended up living none of it.

We’ve shared a lot. We’ve shared a room. We’ve shared clothes. We’ve shared secrets. Gossip. Life stories. Late night thoughts about the future. My dream man. Her dream wedding.

We’ve been on adventures together. Lied together. Laughed together. Fought the world together. Fought with each other. Teased people together. Teased each other. She taught me to be responsible. I taught her to sneak out. We had our differences. But we found common ground.

We’re not as close as we once were. She became a teenager. She found her friends. She found people she could relate to. But it didn’t mean we loved each other any less.

We still had our movie marathons and long late night talks. She still knew how insecure I could be. I still knew how much of a drama queen she could be.

And I still can’t believe the day is here. After so many years of treating her like a child, she’s no longer a teenager! She’s twenty!

I, of course, got her a present. Or twenty. Each one a little reminder of a moment we spent together. A moment we laughed together. A moment we lived together.

And as I continued looking for more presents that would mean something, I found this from Stylori:

The moment I laid eyes on them I knew I’d found the one that would mean the most. For she is drama, she is love, she sparkles above everyone and she is twice as precious as every diamond in the world.

Most importantly, no matter how big a fight we’ve had, how embarrassed we’ve made each other feel or how much she loses my stuff, we’ll never give up on each other.

Because she’s not just someone I’ve known for twenty years. She’s someone I’ve loved since the moment she was born.

She’s my younger sister.

And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. ❤

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Please note: Upon insistence from a very dear friend, I had written this post for my blogger’s club contest. While I was okay writing a post for my friend, I still wanted to stick to who I was and what my blog stood for. So every word in this post is the truth. I’ve been wanting to write about the most important person in my life for a while now and I took this opportunity to do that. She did turn 20 in October. However, I did not buy her a pair of diamond earrings. I got her a goodie bag with chocolates, t-shirts & more of the things she loves.

Thank you for taking the time to read. 🙂 Love,

Poornima