Today I will be sharing about my sister.
I’d call my sister my best friend to be honest. She is the only person who understands me and supports me 100%. I love her more than the world.
No she isn’t here holding a gun to my head but she is truly a wonderful person. I can go on and on about how amazing she is but this post isn’t about her. This post is about our young sisterhood journey before we became friends.
Growing up I did not like my sister whatsoever. She dedicated a song about me being an underwear. Remember how I said my brother was an instigator? Well my sister was the brain in that relationship. My sister would start things that would push my button and invite my brother to join him. He gladly did and she loved it.
I know her intentions as a kid weren’t for me personally. I learned that as I grew and got to know her.
You see my sister was bullied and compared. She was always compared to me and my cousins. Now she wasn’t compared for her brain. I cannot imagine being compared for her brain… she’d win. Although my sister is very smart she was always overlooked for her look. As a young child everything I heard about her was insults. Her size wasn’t good enough, her hair wasn’t neat enough, her acne was so bad.
I did say this blog isn’t about her. This is about growing up with her.
My fondest memory of my sister is the time she promised to play Barbie with me if I cleaned her closet. I cleaned her closet and went with my Barbie bag ready to play. I went to her and said “okay, I kept my end of the deal now it’s your turn.” In Arabic though so not those exact words but you know what I mean. Her response I think is why I have issues trusting people! She looked at me so calmly and said “I never said when.” She walked away and I was so confused because she was right that she never said when but I cleaned her closet! I bothered her enough about it and probably told my parents about it to speed the process of when she’ll play with me. She played with me but she was so boring! I remember her Barbie kept asking mine to get her some “Pepsi”. I never played with her again and played on my own. I remember her trying to play once and I thought “Nope! Not today”.
My sister used to write a triangle everywhere to symbolized that I am an underwear because in Arabic if you want to say underwear you say “kelot” or “kalsoon”. My name started with the letter K so it was only so fitting that I was an underwear. My sibling made a song and a dance about it. They would sing and dance it infront of my cousins and at any occasions possible. Of course they’d invite whoever is there to join. It was embarrassing and annoying. My sister knew I hated it so they did it often.
She once bit an apple and didn’t like the taste so she put it back and when my dad asked who took a bite and put it back she didn’t confess to her crimes. My dad turned full on Inspector Gadget on us and starting measuring our teeth to see who bit the apple. I did say my sister is smart yeah? She kept telling my dad about how long her teeth are and how she couldn’t be the criminal. The bite was too small to be her. Looking back she’s a bad criminal because she tried so hard to not frame herself. Well maybe not such a bad criminal because my dad bought her cover and I took the blame and had to eat the apple. I remember pleaing but I was already convicted.
When we moved my sister was 15 and I think we both realized that we only have each other here. When we first got here she was still very close to my brother and we just didn’t bother each other. We were both focused on dealing with this new home.
I think my sister and I sealed our relation and evolved into bestfriends when I had a fall out of a friend and everyone we knew including my mother blamed me for what happened. My sister was the only one to understand what happened and told me it’ll be okay. Honestly having someone on my corner felt great. Maybe one day when I’m ready i’ll write about that friend and what went down. I do not regret my actions and would not change a thing about what happened because well here I am today and I cannot go back in time!
I am grateful for my sister. I can go on days and days about how we grew up and how much I love and admire her. She is an awesome sister, friend, and the best aunt.
Here is a picture from a trip we took together. YES we travel together often!
