One time, when I said something about her nose, she threw a basketball at mine, trying to break it and make it crooked.
When we would argue, and I would turn around to run, she would grab my hair and pull hard, knowing I was extremely tender-headed and hair-pulling hurt me much worse than a pinch or a slap.
She never liked me going in her room, but since she left for school earlier than I did, I would wait until she left the house before I would sneak in her room to use her gigantic mirror and sometimes borrow her clothes. Somehow she always knew when I had sneaked into her room... an argument and a hair pulling was sure to follow.
When she got upset about something, she would clean like a professional cleaning service, so I learned to make her mad at just the right time, so she would go on a cleaning rampage and do the job Mom had asked me to do.
One time when a friend and I sneaked out of the house after curfew, she watched us push the car down the street and then locked the window and told Mom.I think I still have bruises from that whooping!
But through the years, when I've needed a place to call home for any length of time, she's been the first one to offer a room, even when she had to re-configure the entire household to make it happen.
She has been the first one to offer me assistance when I have over committed for some project or I have procrastinated, and a deadline of impossibility is taking me under.
She raised four children who have grown into kind, respectful, loving, and godly young adults which is a testament to her patience, her strength, her character, and her prayer life!
She sends cards for every occasion, is compassionate and concerned when friends, family members, friends of family members, family members of friends, and even complete strangers are dealing with illness, death, grief, etc.
She is the best secret keeper I know (except for the sneaking out episode). Not only will she keep my secrets, but she won't share secrets of others with me, even when I pretend I already know.
For these reasons, the good and the bad, and for a million more reasons too, I'm thankful, immeasurably thankful, for my sister, Alesia. I'm a better me because of her role in my life.
When we would argue, and I would turn around to run, she would grab my hair and pull hard, knowing I was extremely tender-headed and hair-pulling hurt me much worse than a pinch or a slap.
She never liked me going in her room, but since she left for school earlier than I did, I would wait until she left the house before I would sneak in her room to use her gigantic mirror and sometimes borrow her clothes. Somehow she always knew when I had sneaked into her room... an argument and a hair pulling was sure to follow.
When she got upset about something, she would clean like a professional cleaning service, so I learned to make her mad at just the right time, so she would go on a cleaning rampage and do the job Mom had asked me to do.
One time when a friend and I sneaked out of the house after curfew, she watched us push the car down the street and then locked the window and told Mom.I think I still have bruises from that whooping!
But through the years, when I've needed a place to call home for any length of time, she's been the first one to offer a room, even when she had to re-configure the entire household to make it happen.
She has been the first one to offer me assistance when I have over committed for some project or I have procrastinated, and a deadline of impossibility is taking me under.
She raised four children who have grown into kind, respectful, loving, and godly young adults which is a testament to her patience, her strength, her character, and her prayer life!
She sends cards for every occasion, is compassionate and concerned when friends, family members, friends of family members, family members of friends, and even complete strangers are dealing with illness, death, grief, etc.
She is the best secret keeper I know (except for the sneaking out episode). Not only will she keep my secrets, but she won't share secrets of others with me, even when I pretend I already know.
For these reasons, the good and the bad, and for a million more reasons too, I'm thankful, immeasurably thankful, for my sister, Alesia. I'm a better me because of her role in my life.
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