My Sister

I could never imagine the person I would be honoring is someone who I lie to, someone I made cry, someone I laugh at, someone I yell at, someone I stole from, someone I rarely embraced, someone I sometimes secretly wished would die. That person is my older sister.

My sister knows how to forgive and forget. My sister forgives and forgets unintentionally in our fights or arguments. I can remember all the times when we were pulling each other's hair, scratching each other's skin until blood came out, screaming at each other, then our fights usually ended with me, always managing to make her cry. At the end of our fights, we would show the marks of scratches and blood on our skins to each other. We would say "look at what you did." Then we would sit in silence, feeling sorry of what we had done to each other. After a few hours of separation in our rooms, we were best friends again. We delighted in conversations, laughed at our favorite TV shows together, ate ice cream together, danced together, and even played dress up together. Her ability to forgive and forget makes her better than any friend.

My sister knows me better than anyone. She knows how to make me cry, how to make me happy when I am sad. She knows all of my strengths and weaknesses.

I could never imagine that sister would be the savior of my life. The incident happened when we were both very young.

We were both enjoying ourselves at a community pool. I was swimming and my sister was on an inflatable boat. There were two teenage boys who were also swimming in the pool. They asked my sister and me if they could use our boat. Because we didn't trust the boys, we told them that they could not use it. The boys then flipped over our boat. To my horror, I was thrown into the water. Despite my attempts, I failed to keep my head above the water. I began to drown. There was no lifeguard