My mom was here to visit for 18 days, and while she was here she regaled me on old stories of my childhood. Apparently I was one heck of a crybaby (mmmm, I wonder where my son gets it from ;P) I would cry for any little thing. If I dropped a toy, I cried. If someone took something from me, I would cry. I was so spoiled! Which is really bizarre, because it takes a lot to make me cry now. Maybe I cried myself out between age 1 and 5?
I have 2 sisters, Grace and Tola. Today I will tell you about Grace. My big sister Grace, who is almost 2 years older than me was my protector. In fact. my mom said she was a bully. She remembers me being 1 and my sister, 3, beating up a fellow 3 year old. My sis walked into the playroom to find me crying, and the other little girl holding a toy. Immediately my sis started pounding the other 3 year old girl because she thought she had taken the toy from me. Thinking about it, I can totally see it. Because my sister has a very strong personality. Quite frankly, don’t mess with her, lol. But she has an equally strong soft side.
Through the years, we grew apart, well, because while I was brought over from West Africa at age 4, my sister had to stay behind. My parents could not get a Visa for her. Sure, we wrote each other letters 2-3 times a year, and we spoke on the phone. But it was not the same. My sister’s Visa would not be approved until she was 18 years old. So we were apart for 14 years.
You should have seen us in those first few years together again. You would have thought we were mortal enemies. I was used to being the oldest in the house, and I have a strong personality myself, and here comes this equally strong girl who thought she could run the place. No way! We bashed heads many times, me being a Taurus and her being an Aries, it was inevitable. She moved out, I moved out, and then she moved back in, and so did I. I took the room that my mom had explicitly told her she could not have. Which I did not know, and my mom did not say anything. My sis was livid. We did not talk to each other for 2 months, even though our rooms were right across the hallway, and we had to share a bathroom.
Years go by, and we grew further apart. We held grudges against each other that were unexplainable. Not even sure why we were so angry with each other. We said things we never should have said. I dealt my fair share of ugliness and stubbornness. And I never tried to extend an olive branch wholeheartedly like I should have.
Years past, I had my daughter. Then she had her daughter a year and a half later, and I moved to Florida for the first time with a 4 month pregnancy in tow. Things changed during those first few months away. I think we seriously missed each other. We took for granted that we lived in the same city all those years, and never went to the movies together, never had dinner, never had a sister date. Thinking back it makes me sad, so many missed opportunities that we never had. She wrote me an email one day and told me that she wanted us to be best friends. I told her that we had lost so many years, being mad at each other for no apparent reason. I was ready to let go, and I did.
We had a lot of time to make up for.
Now we are on best friend status. She still takes up for me when I am not around, either to our mom, or out dad (sometimes they forget we are all adults now, and still insist on treating us like children every once in awhile.) If my mom says something my sis does not agree with about me, my sis defends me. Always the big protector, and I love her for it.
It is hard being so far away from my family. But the distance seems to bring us closer together. We cherish the times we see each other, and we make the most of it every time.
I was not fortunate to have any brothers, but I do have 2 sisters that mean the world to me. There is nothing on earth that can compare to SISTER LOVE.


