I had previously suffered from it and remember hating the way I looked in the mirror; however nothing could have kept my baby sister from a happy glance at her favourite sister.
Being brought up with boys I had finally found a doll playmate and someone to share sisterhood with all that comes with it.
When I draw sketches and pictures with my colour pencils, she sits by my side, and watches my coloring work.
She goes to school in the morning by her school bus. Her school uniform is a combination of blue and white with a monogram on the chest pocket.
I decided to write about my sisters because I feel like I have to protect them more than my little brother.
I was almost six years old, when on the 20th august 1991, my baby sister was born.I wanted a sweet, adorable sister that I could play with and who would worship me. Instead, she was the leader and I was the follower.I had to watch out for her and make sure no harm came to her.Another monster was born only this time the student surpassed the master and was a thousand times worse.Though they both are still monsters and annoy me a lot, they are the only sisters I have and probably will ever have. She’s hit the stage where she wants to a boy but is discovering slowly that she’s a girl and that there are some things she just can’t do.Given the chance she’ll punch, kicked, slap or bite you and then laugh in your face before running away to mom or dad, once she does that nothing can touch her and she knows it. I know that sounds mean, but you can’t judge her based on her cute looks. Keira is the baby of course and my personal little monster.I don’t want them to grow up and see their world expand, because then they might leave or realize that their older sister doesn’t need to protect them from the scary things that are in this world.It sounds selfish and foolish, but they are my sister and I want to keep them protected and safe. They will grow up one day and I won’t be there to protect from the big scary things in the world.