Growing up, I was always known as Emma’s little sister. I loved it because, by having that title, I was something of hers. Our connection, our bond was special. Something that is rare to have. I was young when I thought this, but I grew up to be myself. A strong, caring, smart and pretty girl, as my sister describes me. To this day, I am still called her little sister, however I am my own person as well.

 My sister and I drifted apart , when I was in middle school. I was not something of hers and she was not something of mine. Fortunately, we reunited my eighth grade year. But something was different. Our relationship was stronger. This our story of how we got stronger, together.

Even though I was called Emma’s little sister most of the time. It gave me the time I needed to grow up. She gave me a safe place. My sister has always been the one to help me. She is a big part of who I am today. Ever since, I was young, I have always wanted to help her. Even though, she would shut me out. I decided to never give up. I could never watch her go through a hard time. I would sometimes irritate her enough, to where she would get mad and get in trouble. Then, my parents would pay extra attention and could see that something was troubling her. 

I have been described as mischievous, but I choose to use it for the greater good. I always saw my sister’s greatest qualities, but she never could. She is beautiful, smart, brave, and there are so many more adjectives that can describe her. I have learned so much from her. She always told me that I was always so much more than her, however she was wrong. She was my role model. I guess it is natural for people to put themselves down. I have done it before.

 My sister has so many great qualities that she can never see. She was always herself and never deceived those around her. People were jealous of her and hurt her. She had trouble showing her emotions to people and so have I. We have helped each other and I could never ask for anything to change. I know my sister will always be there for me and I, for her.

 In the end, when we got stronger, I realized I never wanted to lose her again, like eighth grade. I wanted nothing to change. But change does happen. The difference is, our relationship can handle change now. Thus, I know it will never break again.