Olivia, My Sister

Olivia is my sister.  Having a friend who is also your sibling is truly wonderful. 

Olivia is normal.  Perhaps normal is not the best way to really describe her, but dramatic begins to paint a picture.  

I love nobody the way I love Olivia, verifiably and so beautifully.  Olivia is two years and two weeks younger than I am, and I remember when she played with me when we were little toddlers. She would chase me around our house and say my name repeatedly which made me laugh. Little legs would scamper around the halls really quickly.  Somehow she never became tired of chasing after me.

Olivia is going back to school, and I am feeling sad.  Having her home for the summer is really great. We have been reading books together, sitting close to each other. I like spending the mornings reading stories about people and the challenges they face.  I am happy that we like the same kind of stories.

I know she has had to do a lot of things for herself.  I have always had to have a lot of help from my parents and so she has had to be independent.  Lots of times she has played the role of older sibling.  I am lucky to have her for a sister. 

Olivia brings so much music and laughter into my life.  Theater is her favorite thing and so she is always singing.  The songs may be loud but I can't imagine life without getting to hear her sing. 

Olivia is the most important person in my life because she understands me in ways other kids don't. Olivia is the very best sister.  I just cannot say in words how much Olivia means to me.