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DEAR SANTA,
So I'm 7, right? And I ask Santa for a baby sister. So what do you know. I got one. And I decided that I didnt want one anymore. My sister was THE cutest little thing ever. Big blue eyes, little blonde curls and these rosy cheeks. And she was so happy. Always so happy. And as I grew into adolescence with my, "I hate my parents" complex, she was always sweeter. So good, so connivingly good, with these KNOWING angelic smiles, telling my mother, "I will NEVER be mean like Missy is..."
She KNEW things.
My sister became one of those kids who knew just how to get exactly what she wanted, and how to get me blamed for everything. She was so smart... It was uncanny. I remember we were fighting one day and she was strangling me with my hair and she had her stomach up in my face. So I bit her. She never forgave me for that one.
My mom wasn't too pleased either, come to think of it.

GROWING PAINS
So she started growing up at some point and I don't really remember when. She started looking up to me for some reason, and I was still sore at her for getting me in trouble, so I would ignore her. She would always draw pictures of me on the phone when she had to do the family portrait. Then on Martin Luther King day one year she was writing some of her dreams. And her dream was for her sister Missy to love her back.
Talk about breaking my heart.
I finally realized that this little girl loved me so much and all i did was ignore her. So I started playing with her more. Doing the Barbie thing... dressing up my poor cat... watching Disney. And somehow, I got over the rivalry thing, and she and I became super close.

SISTERS, SISTERS...
High school brought us farther apart for my rebellious stage and then smashed us together when I came back from Kyrgyzstan. I found that I had really missed her. Now I'd take her to movies, I had her audition in a play with me, and she got in! I would drag her out for ice cream with my friends, and they all thought that she was, "too funny." We have the same laugh, and together it would ring out across Friendly's, freaking my friends out that there was a little me. She had found a personality. A personality that totally complimented mine. Where I was Chaotic, she was linear. My father would refer to us as order and chaos. She had a taste for the bizarre, and starting watching crazy scary movies to the horror of my mother. She also started developing an amazing intuition, down to the prophetic dreams and the conversations in her head. (she hates that) Chris always said that she was going to break hearts, because in her eyes there was so much knowledge and this cute little light of, "Yup, mess with me, I dare you to." Kind hearted and devoted, over the summer of my senior year we got even closer, to the point where I almost dreaded leaving her for college. We had in depth lessons about the internet and AOL instant messenger. So here, with me at college, she and I still hve our talks. I miss her a lot, and I really value the closeness that we have. Because blood is thicker than... well, anything.

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