The Meeting

When I was a just a little girl I remember my mom telling me that my sister was coming to coming to live with us. Well before all this I was always by my self, I'd only herd stories about my sister and brother. I was so excited that I would finally have someone else to play with little did I know that my sister was past the age of wanting to play with things let alone a four year old. Hours went by and still no sign of her. The next thing I can remember was my mom calling for me. I ran out of my room and ran down our tiny hallway, I stood behind my mom as my grandma opened the door. They greeted each other and that's when this tall red headed girl started to talk to me; I instantly ran back to my room. I remember that for a couple days I would always look and watch her from afar. Eventually I warmed up to her and that's when I finally clamed her as my big sister. As we grew I started to look at my sister as a hero because out of all the people in my life besides my mom, she has been a big influence.

Today me and my sister are still just as we've always been but I'm happy to say that even though she's older I'm much taller.