Whom you can share our likes and dislikes with,
She is the one who tells us her vast secrets and feelings
And asks us to do the same,
And has the rights to know all our friends' name.
She makes us feel comfortable when we are sad,
She guides us the right way when we are bad,
She is more than any word can tell,
She holds us when we tend to fall.
She comes to know our problems through our eyes,
She is of course naughty but wise,
She is my life's sunrise.
We should always make oneself full
of these qualities to be a sister.
And my Sister you are the most beloved to me
As you care so much for me!
I do not have a sister. I have brothers. I longed for a sister when I was little. To share my room, be my friend, to do things with.
My brothers were, and still are, there for me, don't get me wrong. It's just, there is something about sisters.
While I have never cared about the sex of our babies, I was quite chuffed when our 2nd daughter was born. A sister for my 3 year old daughter. Then when our latest babe was also a girl, I thought how wonderful it was to have 3 beautiful wee women, to grow up together, be there for each other.
Of course there are squabbles, fighting, that high pitch squeal that only children can reach. But for the most part the sisters play so lovely together. Older sister looking after the younger. Before we know it the youngest will be chasing after the others, getting into their things and wanting to be with them.
I feel so honoured to be a part of it.