An Essay About My Little Sister

A sister is someone that is there for you through everything, they are your sister by chance but your best friend by choice. New York Times says that sisters make you happier and for me that was extremely true. For the first 10 years of my life, I was the younger, annoying, bothersome little sister that annoyed the living crap out of my older sister. But yet it was her and I against the world. Nobody else ever came close to meaning as much to me as she did. Then in 2012, my dad got remarried to a woman with two younger kids. My younger brother Sam is six years younger than me and my little sister Emily is three years younger than me. My world got completely thrown around when they came into my life.

It was always just the two of us, my sister and I, I didn’t have to share my time with her with anyone else, she was all mine. I was used to looking up to my sister, she was the role model I always had to look up at. I always wanted to follow in her footsteps and wanted to be exactly like her. I knew exactly what to do with my life, exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up, and exactly what to do as a little sister. My sister, my role-model, my rock, my everything.

Now that I was an older sister, I had a new duty of making the right decisions that I would want them to make. I had to be a role model to them and give them someone to look up to. I had to become the older sibling that my sister was to me. I had to learn how to be a good older sister to them. I had the best older sister’s footstep to follow in so I knew in the end I was going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay. My little sister right away began to do exactly what I was doing and wanted to be just like me. She always wanted to be with me, just as I wanted to be with my sister. I began to watch every single step I took, watching what I said, making better decisions, becoming someone I wanted them to be proud