As you grow and look for yourself, your sister is always there to keep your back. She is on your side all the time and no one understands you like her. He will fight for you at all times. You are inextricably linked to your sister and no friend can replace her.
When she came into the world, it was as small as a loaf of bread, only she was brought in from a maternity ward and told that I was her older sister. Everyone surrounded her and gave her her attention and she nailed her mom for herself, and dad helped mom and I had no one to play with. It annoyed me a lot.
And besides, she just cried. “Wait a minute and you will have a company to play with,” everyone told me. Blow, how can I play with someone so boring and small.
Then one day a little boredom began to creep, scratching and tearing me away, and she would take everything that was mine, as if she were a little of her toys. When she walked, where I was, there she was more of a stalker than a younger sister.
She stopped crying, but she spoke, so everyone in the house would just call me. So far, one. "You see her looking at you with blue eyeballs," my mom would say, "so play with her," and so all the kids would play outside and have fun, and I would talk in some of her baby language.
Afterwards we started to share everything, not only mom and dad and grandparents, but toys, chocolates and sweets, we would watch the cartoons she wanted. And I was bored a lot. I wondered if all of us who had younger sisters had to fulfill their wishes and still give them toys.
But when she went to school, we were learning letters together, writing and reading together, learning to count, add and subtract. I would always have an answer to her question, she would be very happy when she learned something new, and I would be immensely proud that I also had someone to learn.
When Mom and Dad would grudge me, she would always defend me. We even started playing games that I would suggest. We went to school together and came back from school together. I would see security in her blue eyes as we walk from home to school. Whenever I was sad, she would come up to me, hug me, and give me half my chocolate.
She would be able to do some trick, just to cheer me up. It was no longer so boring for me to spend time with her, I would even take her to play with my friends. She followed me everywhere and in everything, even though she was younger, she always tried to understand me, to help me.
Once I didn't know how to solve math homework, I got nervous and she came and offered to do her homework for me, she made me laugh, I just taught her to count, and she already thinks she knows math. It happens sometimes that we quarrel, but we don't get into a long fight because I don't like when my bored eyes get sad, so first I give up, I'm still older.
It is wonderful to have a younger sister, because whatever you are, she is a role model to you in everything and no matter what we have to share everything, I am not alone, I always have a friend and someone who is waiting for me at home with a smile and open arms.