Sprog
Having lived with someone all your life you sometimes forget the best bits about them. You remember the fact they always play their music just a little too loud, they always use the hot water and they have that annoying habit of being able to throw on your clothes and look even better in them than you would do after three hours preparation.
It is only when you are away from home and your only method of communication is through a little piece of technology and the words you exchange are typed rather than said, that you realise just how much they mean to you.
You want to be able to protect them from all the bad things out there, all the things that you have experienced, all the pain. You want to shelter to them and to be able to make everything OK in and instant. To make it all simple again. To make it sunny every day.
I miss the days of running around in bin bags in the garden and watching “My Best Friend’s Wedding” in our parents’ bed. I miss the way we would revise together testing each other on subjects so foreign to the other that there was no way of knowing what the right answer should be. I miss always having someone to listen.
But what it is important to remember is that we will always be connected. We will always have that bond. No matter what, I am and always be so proud to call her my little sister; or Sprog to be more precise.
