Big Bad Big Sister

It's Writer's Workshop at Mama Kat's. Today I'll be writing about a time I stood up for a friend. In my case, a sister.

my little sister

Once upon a time I stood up for my little sister. It was the summer before 7th grade. My sister would be in 5th grade. My best friend (the same one who so graciously played house with me) was hosting a kickball game up the street. There was a new girl in the neighborhood, so we headed to the game to meet her and have so fun. As we arrived, teams were being picked. The new girl was sizing up her potential team and potential opponents.

Almost the second she spotted my sister, I heard the new girl mumble, "I don't want to be on that girl's team." I was pissed. First of all, how dare she say something mean about this little girl she just met. Second of all, and more importantly, this new girl had no idea that my sister would have been the exact person you'd want on your team. She's a natural athletic talent.

I remember walking right up to the new girl saying, "You have no idea what you are talking about." I told Lydia were going and away we stormed down the street back home. I felt so validated walking away from that kickball game, I felt tough, like I had really kicked the new girl's butt. She would regret messing with me, alright. Looking back, I seriously doubt she did.

This introduction was the beginning of a very tumultuous friendship. We would be enemies one day. Friends the next. We wouldn't talk for days. Then we would be inseparable. I would say I hated her not knowing she would one day grow up to in my wedding and be one of the most loyal friends of my life. In middle school I had to defend my sister from her. Now? She is so much a part of my life she is like my sister.

enemy turned friend :)