My Life As A....(sister)

So I am going do this chronologically.........................

I have a sister name Irene. I never really got a change to know her, but I did go to her funeral. R.I.P.

I have a sister name Margaree. We share the same mother and she is two years older than me. Our mother died when I was 1 and a half and Margaree was 3, but we was already seperate from our mom before that. Our mom was bad and our family was dysfunctional, Margaree took care of me during those time. We entered foster care and now we had a foster mother to take care of us. I was no longer Margaree responsibility and she now had to figure out her new life, in this new house, new people. She still was dealing with our past life, which was hard for a 3 year old. She acted out. And within a couple of years, our foster mother kicked her out. She bounced around the system. I never really got a chance to know her as a sister, but she is familiar.........

My first foster sister was Evelyn and she holds the spot of being my (active) sister for the longest. She is one year older than me and mentally retarded, but it really doesn't matters. She thinks I am her big sister, plus she looks up to me because she think I am kool. (smiles). I love Evelyn. She been through as much drama as me, but she could never get away from her problems. She could only adjust to it. I think she eat her feelings away. Now she have to see a doctor because of her weight. Sometimes she stop breathing at night...........

My next sister is Krishonda, she is 8 years younger than me. I remember she use to annoy me, but it was normal sister stuff. She was always in my shadow but now she has became her own person. She will be 13 this year, she is growning so fast. We still wrestle, call each other names in fun, and have dance contest. She actually wins most of the times. lol. The special thing about Krishonda is that she is that she will do anything to get my attention. So when I was younger, she use to write stories just to sit by me while I was writing essays. Nowadays she dresses like me and I'll just start taking picture with her because of that. She really know how to get me going in a conversation. All she have to do is talk about me and I am attentive. Then we talk all night about memories, we laugh and throw pillows.

Iesha is 12 years younger than me. Unlike Krishonda and Evelyn who eventually became my adopted sister, Iesha is not which means that she can be taken away from me anyday. I really love Iesha, she reminds me a lot of myself. She is the black sheep of the family. Even tho she is young, she have a good understanding of the politics of our family. She is insighful. She has the best memory in the family. She can repeat everything u say. She is the reason why I matured so much because she showed me my true colors. But similiar to me, she wears a mask and tries to be tough, strong. I let her know that she can behave as a child/kid around me, I will protect her,I will always...She trust me so much. I remember when she first came, she didnt speak or do anything, and I made her laugh, it was hard, but when she smiles, I remember it always and I know that she is a blessings in my life. She laughs, she talks, I mean if u saw her.... When I was a freshman in college and i was leaving home to return to school, she blurted out " I wanna go with u.". It seems that this request was more than visiting her big sister, I felt that she wanted to get away.... I eventually brung her to my apartment over the summer...... She still holds me hand in public and she never disagrees with me. She never want me to be mad, it sometimes is like she is protecting me, making sure that I am always happy. And I try to make her happy like when I came to her school field trip, I wish you could see her face. Even tho it was super hot outside she hung on to me, hugging and skipping....She is the reason why I know I am important.....

Onie is my next sister. I met her when I was 11 and she was 4 years older than me. First we were always agruing, it was a power struggle. Evetually we became best friends and she became one of the first person that listened to me and allow me to share my feelings. She gave me a lot of advice and I became a big follower of her. Yeah, I followed her foot step going to the same highschool and college among other sports and activity that we both did. We went through a lot of drama but we never stop being friends. We both remain devoted to our friendship, we both forgave instantly. She was also one of the first person that appreciate me; atleast showed me that she did. I remember that she shared with me that the letters I wrote her while she was in school was some of the only letters from home she got, and out of the ones she got, that my letters was of the few that were sent solely to express love,(as oppose to ask for things etc.) She told me that she was glad that I call, that it got her through a lot of times that she couldnt yet talk about, times that made her feel worthless. She made me realize how I could help people, could love, could care...and she cared for me, loved me, and helped me..

I have a sister name Joanne. She means so much to me because she never judge me and I love her for that. She never reminded me that I was a different race, had a dialect, or was poor. She laugh at my jokes and she saw me more fully as a person than any one else, it seem. She was a very consistent person and even when we were on different pages, she never abandoned our friendship (which couldve been the easier thing to do). I never cried in front of her but she did see my soul. We didnt agree about everything but she always listened and she never screamed at me, even when I was offensive and drunk. I tested her, o' i really tried to push her away because I didnt think I was worth this type of love. I mean, she had no reason to, she wasn't family, we wasn't even apart of the same struggle in life. Why would a person give me something for nothing, I didnt want her friendship fully because I knew it would hurt when it was gone. ...But she showed me that she would always be my friend because she loved me. Unlike the previous people who I mention which I lived with as actual sisters, me and Jo never lived together, but she loved me as a sister anyhow. She invited me into her home as family..This really meant something to me especially being a child who was sent to foster home because my biological family did not want me......