I walked up to the door and for the first time in my life, I was happy for my sister.
Growing up with a younger sister, I always found myself wanting to protect her. I guess that is what an older brother is for actually. She is only three years younger than me, but even when she was first born, I found myself wanting to make myself an attachment of her. I wanted her to be safe. I am now twenty-five, which makes her, of course, twenty-two, and I am still trying...Read On