Although it’s incredibly cliche to write, my best friends have become my sisters. Despite being relatively young for my grade, most of my best friends are younger than me. Therefore, they have become my little sisters.
I’ve always wanted a little sister.
I wanted to have someone to gossip with, someone to look after, someone to feel incredibly proud of. Someone who’s always up to go on spontaneous Target runs at 7:00 p.m. at night. Someone who wants to spend time with me.
I never had a little sister, but over the years, I’ve gained so many. The oldest is younger than me by four days, and we’ve been dubbed twins almost since the day we met. She’s my soulmate, and I could never ask for a better little sister. She has been by my side for thirteen years and counting. She’s the one I ask to go with me when I need to run a random errand or when I’m perusing Goodwill, hoping to find something cheap and cute.
She’s the one that I spoil. It’s no secret that one of my biggest love languages is gift-giving, and lucky for her, she receives a lot of it. Boo baskets, birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, congratulations gifts, and just-because gifts. You name it, she has it.
She’s the one that I tell everything to. She’s always the first to know. I like that boy? She knows. There’s drama in my friend group? She knows. Anything and everything, she’s always the first to know. And she’s always the first to cry with me. We’ve spent a lot of time crying over our heartbreaks together. She’s always the first person I go to.
My first little sister will always hold the most significant spot in my heart because she shows me so much love. I love her with all my heart, and she will always be my little sister, no matter where each of us ends up.
The next one I’ve known since she was two years old and thought it was funny to push her baby brothers over. I’ve known her through everything. She is the ultimate little sister. One who I’ve seen grow and go through everything I had to before her.
She’s the one who texts me to ask if I want to go to the store with her. The one that I buy food for all the time because she wants it, and I can’t say no. The one that I give advice to when she needs it.
She’s the one that I am the most protective of because I know that she can handle herself so if something upsets her I want to step in. She always tells me what’s going on, and she’s never afraid to show me her true feelings. She trusts me so much, and I want to keep her safe from the world.
I love this girl like a sister, not like a friend. I will always feel protective of her, and I can’t apologize for it because most people are protective of their little sisters, and that’s what she is to me. She’s my true baby sister.
My last little sister is someone that I met in an unlikely circumstance through an unlikely friend. But we clicked, and I immediately took her under my wing. I spend most of my time with her, and we are the most similar. She’s the one that encourages me to go for it. She’s the one who gives me the advice despite the fact that she’s two years younger.
She’s the one that I take to all of the sporting games with me and the one that will always spend a Saturday at the mall with me. She’s the one who will come with me on random adventures as long as we get fries first. She’s the one that I’ve known for the least amount of time, but I feel like I’ve known her forever.
She’s not someone that I will be able to say goodbye to in a year when I leave. I’ll always hold on tight to her because she needs someone willing to. I won’t let her go. I will always support her. And I hope she knows that.
My friends have become my little sisters, and despite the fact that we’re not related by blood, I’ve chosen them to be a part of my family, and I will hold on tight to this family I’ve created for as long as I possibly can.
