One of the most important events in my lifetime has been the birth of my little sister. Her coming into this world radically changed everything about my existence. I went from being a pampered only-child to being a neglected older sibling. Ok, I wasn’t neglected, but my 8-year-old self felt that way. Suddenly Mom was doting over this squirming, red, stinky thing that cried all day, every day, while I, the one, the only Savannah-poo was expected to fend for myself. This was surely the apocalypse. My childhood was over.
Well, 12 years have passed since that fateful day when my sister came crashing into my life like an asteroid to wipe out my youth, and I’ve come to feel very differently about the whole ordeal (traumatic as it was)– My sister is the greatest blessing the universe could’ve bestowed upon me. She is the most important person in my life, and I couldn’t be more excited to see where time takes us. Sure, she’s a pest from time to time, but that only makes me love her more.