Sawi

It's about time I wrote about my very best girlfriend. What better friend than a sister? No, sisterly love is not all peaches and cream, but that just shows how deep the friendship is. And how much more we can grow in it. We have to constantly forgive each other. I do not live in a large family. But I have this one incredible sister of mine. The Sunny type. She's the type that makes the best of situations and puts up with your grumpiness with apparent ease most of the time. When she is having a mean streak, it never lasts too long. She loves to pray and go to mass. She declared the other day that she is going to write to a nun as a pen-pal, and that she's starting a club called “His Divine Mercy Club”. She's always full of awesome ideas like that, and very often follows through with them. She is good at doing things for others- she'd make a great nurse. She leaves me little notes saying how pretty she thinks I look that day, and she gives me gift cards for free back scratches or hairstyling. Wow. She doesn't compliment me so that she can get compliments back like a lot of girls do; she does it out of sheer thoughtfulness. And she also leaves me notes telling me that I'm a rotten bum, but that's good, too.

When she walks down the road, people smile at her. One day in Italy, a nun was sitting on a bus and motioned my sister to sit down beside her. The nun was grinning from ear to ear and put her arm around her, talking away in Italian. My sister just grinned back. My sister has this knack of bringing an extra bit of joy to older people very easily.

My sister is a goof. She is a natural at making people laugh. However amidst her goofiness, she has her deep side; she can be much deeper than me. We have our sister walks and talks, where we discuss all sorts of things.

I love how she putters around in her room dreamily when she is supposed to be going to bed but has lost track of time; how she secretly memorizes poems without telling anyone; how she slips little candies and things under my door; how she does nothing other than reading when she is in the middle of “the best book in the world” (which changes with almost every book she reads); how she has her little snacks and drinks always prepared as if the queen were coming to visit; how she bursts into song at any given moment; and how she very often thinks the best of others.

I love my sister, what can I say? No words could ever depict the living flower garden that she is.