To the sister that i fight when she is home and miss when she is away.
How boring childhood would have been without you? I remember sadly watching you pack your bags to leave for school, and sadly waiting and asking mum when you will be back. For months I waited for your return and when you would come home. The first day was Christmas day, I would lift you up and swear to do everything you asked me to do, and at the brake of dawn, I will forget all the promises, and prepare for our fighting. I knew I was always at fault, but as I got older, I realised that I enjoyed fighting with you. And after you would smash me to bits, you would give me food, and tell me "Please stop looking for my trouble" I would swear I won't, with tears in my eyes. A sister that knows me more than I know myself, a blood that will give everything up to make me happy, she has done it before. Watching you run a business alongside your university studies was one of the things that made me realise how strong you have always been. How easily I used to give up in my dr...
