DCFemella

My sister arrives from Afghanistan today, and I am so excited. I haven’t seen her since we went to Panama in April. It’s only going to be for one day, so I am going to try and make the best of it. Ever since we were kids, we have been inseparable. When I got chicken pox, she begged my dad if she could take a bath with me. My dad threw her in there, and we were both chicken-pox infested together.

When I got old enough to date, I always brought her with me on my dates. I always wondered why the guys were bothered by this. When I had Cebastian, she was the one who went with my to my OB/GYN appointments, birthing classes, and was there with me every step during labor. She even took care of Cebastian for eight months. We think the same, even though we have drastically different personalities.

I know that if something were to ever happen to me, I would want her to raise the kids. She would raise them the way I want, and I wouldn’t have to worry. There isn’t anything that I would do for her. It was funny when I saw “Practical Magic” because they seemed so much like us. I remember when we were young, we would lie down on the grass looking at the clouds. We always said that we would grow old and die together. I still hope that is true.

When I went to my friend’s mother’s funeral, he said something that reminded me of my sister. He said that people always think about a romantic relationship when they think about soulmates. However, his mother was his. I feel like my sister is mine. She knows me and has been with me every step of the way.

I took the day off to spend with her. Even though I got a nasty email discussing this one day I took off to be with her, I don’t care. My family comes first, and I am not going to apologize for that. I get to be with my sister, even if it’s just for one day.