I believe that we have many soul mates in our life, some chosen, some appointed. My sister is both. I care about her opinion more than anyone, not only because she's brilliant, but because we shared a womb, and she is the first person I call with the good news and the bad. She was the first to know I was pregnant and the first to know that Froggy had CF (beside FD). She's the most kind and considerate person, as a social worker - she spends her days and sometimes nights making sure that people are taking their meds, and not taking their lives. She's better than me, and the person I will always look up to. She's my big sis, and even though she stole my cupie doll, and wouldn't play with me unless I let her be Malibu Barbie, and I had to be the ratty old Skipper doll, I can't imagine my life without her. And yes, twenty five years later, I forgive her for the Malibu Barbie incident...kind of.
Elaborating: For my seventh birthday, I received a Malibu Barbie. Elated, I asked my sister to play barbies with me. She of course, said, "No!" After a few seconds she recanted and said, "Okay, I'll play with you...but I get to be Malibu Barbie." Like an idiot, I agreed. I was desperate to have my big sis be my friend, even if it meant giving up my new toy. I think all little siblings can relate. She is no longer selfish and conniving, but I've never let her forget it. So okay...sissy...I will finally let it go. You can be Malibu Barbie, and I'll be ugly old Skipper with the flat chest and bad tan. If only, you'll play with me!