Why do I even miss you? You weren't always there when I was growing up. We ALWAYS fought, in fact, we still do! You never let me hang out with you and your friends. You rarely said you loved me. You never respected my opinion. You always laughed at me. You never gave me anything. You never took me out. You never even smiled at me.
So why do I sit here, and miss ya? Maybe it's because I couldn't see you there, because you were behind me, supporting me. Maybe we really fought because you were trying to help me, save me from myself. Maybe you didn't let me hang with you guys, because you knew how they would treat me. Maybe you didn't have to say you loved me, because you showed it everyday. Maybe you didn't just respect it, but cherished it. Maybe you weren't laughing at me, but with me, all the time. Maybe you gave me everything you could. Maybe you didn't take me out, because you stayed with me when I needed you the most. Maybe I didn't notice you smiling at me, because you were always smiling at me, giving me the courage I've needed.
Maybe you weren't the worst sister ever, but were one of the best. Thanks for being the great sister I've needed to get me where I've needed in my life.
That's why I miss you.
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