As all of my invisible and nonexistent readers may have surmised; I am going through one of my occasional bouts of sibling love, when I randomly decide that my sister is perfect and don't necessarily complain about her, much! (Old habits and all that) Like every one with siblings, my sister and I love each other, but there are times when we don't necessarily like one another.
She and I are in the same age group, so we had to go through similar life experiences together. Some, we loved, most, we hated with a passion.
Things we hated with a passion
Being gifted similar frocks in different colours.
Being made to wear matching outfits at the same time.
Being confused for the other (We are not identical!)
Being blamed for the stupidity of the other cousins who we grew up with.
Being made to do chores when we wanted to read story books.
Things about her that annoyed me
She always beat me at sports, especially the ones I had taught her to play!
She always got better grades
She was the perfect daughter, and always did her chores on time, thus made me look bad in comparison
She could never keep a secret (still can't) and always ruined surprises.
Things about me that annoyed her
I was always praised for my intelligence even with poor grades whilst she was always called 'hardworking' despite being the class topper!
We were always running late because of me
I was never blamed for idiotic things, because I never got caught
I have the worst habit of saying 'I told you so'
I always managed to shirk my chores till the last and still managed to coast through
Needless to say, we fought like cats and dogs whilst we were growing up. We still do, and now as adults, we even recourse to sulking for days. I sometimes miss being little. One of us always made up, we were constant companions, so it was hard to be angry for a long time. One of the things that I am thankful for is that I have her in my life. We don't even live on the same continent anymore, yet she and I still have the same wavelength. I miss her constantly; I even miss the juvenile act of bickering (it isn't the same on face time!). I especially miss the time when she told me everything that happened during her day right after we got back from school. I know that there have been times, when I have been the absolute worst. But in my defence, I love her to bits and will be the same annoying girl who told her strange stories till 2 in the morning even when I am 80.
PS: I have always known that we will be the type of sisters who grow old together, and one day be irascible old biddies and terrorise our respective families