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Dacia Woods
Mrs. Burr
English 1010 Section 6
30 September 2014
One Last Time
“Sister. She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark.
She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal agent, even your shrink. Some days, she’s the reason you wish you were an only child.”
It seems like just yesterday, we were arguing about who got to be the prettiest Barbie while playing in our bedroom at a young age. Which then led up to as we got older, who got the most space and time in the bathroom while getting ready. With both of us aggravated in the mornings, neither of us acknowledged each other’s presence, nor after a long day of school neither of us wanted to even communicate. Days like these made me wish I was the only child at home.
However, my sister was always the person that I looked up to. I always wanted to be just like her. In our first house, we had a gymnastics gym built in our garage. We would spend countless hours in the gym making up our own “routines.” She was very talented in making up our short performances, and we loved to show everyone what we created. Those are some of my favorite memories with my sister, and as we grew up we both still loved to cheer and dance. We had the same hobbies, and always supported each other. I was her number one fan, as she was mine. We watched each other grow up, and I learned from her mistakes and her experiences.
Without her, I would have made many of the same mistakes. Our rooms were next to each other,

and we always seemed to know when one needed to talk. We talked and argued about everything, and even on our worst days we still loved each other.
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The day she went off to college came, as I struggled to fight back the tears in my eyes; which I did to show resilience. I couldn’t let her know I cared so much she was leaving me.
There was supposed to be a part of me that was happy. I was going to be an only child for the first time in my life. There would be no one to argue with, or to have to share the attention with.
(Which she always seemed to get.) Then it hit me, I was going to be the only child at home. I wouldn’t have a sister to cope with, to talk about my problems at midnight, or someone who was there for me when no one else was. Being the youngest in the family always made me want a younger sister, watching my every move with her little eyes, wishing she could be just like me as
I wished I could be just like my sister.
While she started college, I started high school. She came home almost every weekend, so it didn’t seem like much had changed. We didn’t get to see each other as often, but when we did it made the time that much more significant. My sister became my best friend during these years. I realized she really was the one person I could talk to and she knew me better than anyone else. It made me notice she always gave the best advice when I needed it most, and I could go to her for anything. High school was a very hard time for my sister, and because she had already been through high school she knew just what I was going through. As I watched her crying every day because of bullying, I noticed how she would never be mean or do anything back to the girls bullying her. This was a huge example in my life, and my sister has made one of the biggest impacts on my life because of her great example. The best part of my week was when she would come home on the weekends from college and I could spend time with her, even though we still fought like sisters; she was still my very best friend.

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She then met my future brother in law. They started going on many dates, and when she came home for the weekend, every last moment was spent with him. He came everywhere with the family, and the time I was able to spend alone with my sister were very slim. I found myself getting very annoyed by the two of them together, and I never wanted to be around them. I would use the excuse that they made me “sick” to even look at them, but it was really just jealousy that
I didn’t want to show.
He eventually asked her to marry him, and it was hard to show that I was excited for her and this new chapter in her life. They began to spend more and more time together and all the attention was only on them and their wedding. Even my mom was constantly focused on the wedding plans. They made plans for months, and I didn’t seem to be any help. Soon I would be the only one in the family who wasn’t married.
They were married on a cold, snowy day in December. I was a bridesmaid, with a beautiful ivory colored dress that matched the snowflakes falling from the sky as we took what seemed to be thousands of pictures. I couldn’t help but notice how excited my new brother in law was to be receiving my sister for the rest of his life, and I still didn’t show how jealous I was.
The wedding day was perfect and they both seemed to be beyond happy with how it turned out, and to say the least it wasn’t my best day.
I didn’t lose my sister completely and to this day she is still my best friend. There isn’t a day that I don’t wish she was in the room beside mine. It is surprising to say that I want to have one last argument with her about something completely pointless. To say I have a desire so strong that she could be there at midnight, when she was there to listen to me when no one else would is an understatement. I yearn for her to give me a last piece of advice, because she always

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