My younger sister.
My sister wanted to be treated like my twin rather than my younger sister. My mum bought us the same type of clothes and shoes; we always wore matching outfits, which I did not like, but it was my mum's way of preventing unnecessary drama from my younger sister, who is a drama queen.
Even in school, she felt like we were mates; she was always coming to my class at the slightest opportunity; she was always in my space. I was happy when I was going to boarding school; at least I would be away from the drama queen, but that only made her raid my wardrobe; she wore my clothes as if they were hers in my absence.
My younger sister and I
After getting admission to the university, our fight became more serious because she kept raiding my wardrobe and shoes. Her leg is an inch bigger than mine, so whenever she wears my shoes in my absence, some of them, especially the cover shoes, tend to expand to her size, making them impossible for me to wear since they will no longer fit me. I used to be hurt because it was easy to forgive her when she wore my clothes and made them hers, but as a lover of shoes, I couldn't bring myself to look away whenever I came back and noticed she had converted some of my shoes to hers. We would end up having some verbal exchange of words. My mum at some point, got tired; she blamed herself for giving me a sister, lamenting that she should have left me to contend with brothers alone. I actually have three older brothers.
She's my personal makeup artist.
The first time I got physical with her was in my third year of university, and that was when the breaking point came. I felt I needed to put her in her place. I was in school when I noticed some of the pictures her friends uploaded on Facebook. What they wore were my clothes. It was not enough that I had to endure her raiding my wardrobe, but she had extended it to giving out my clothes to her friends. On getting home during the break, I confronted her about it, and as usual, we had a verbal exchange of words. A few days later, a friend of hers came visiting, and guess what? She was wearing one of my most cherished winter jackets that I used my personal savings to buy; the same jacket I noticed was missing. I remember asking her about it, and she denied carrying it. Seeing her friend with the jacket, the pain was unbearable, so I went physical. It was at that point that my mum knew she had to caution her. I could not take the jacket back because I have very sensitive skin. I was emotional for days.
Despite our constant clashes, I still love her so much. I could not stand to see her being bullied by anyone outside. I would defend her fiercely; I was the only one who had every right to bully her, not outsiders. Though she's very stubborn, all my peers, her peers, and neighbours knew how not to mess with her because I was her protector whenever my brothers were away. We both genuinely cared about each other, and most times she was my partner in crime.
Our love was quite complex; being away from each other makes us miss each other dearly with constant calls and little gossip. But as the years passed, our rivalry faded away completely with a better understanding of what truly matters, even though she sometimes emotionally bullies me to get me to do things for her, which is normal with most younger siblings.
The last time I saw her in person was almost two years ago, because she's currently not in the country. Thank goodness for technology, so we do a lot of video calls.
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