I was about 6 years old when my mom told me I’ll have a new dad and that we are moving out of my hometown, to a new place with my new cool dad. I had to leave my everything, school, my grandparents and kids I knew from kindergarden and who’ve been my friends since forever.
When I found out my mom was pregnant, a couple of months later, I remember I prayed to God every night for the new kid in the family to be a girl. I knew my mom didn’t care what’s gonna be, as long as it’s going to be a healthy kid, but my stepdad really wanted a boy. It didn’t happen. I also remember when my dad called me to tell me that I have a new sister. It was close to Christmas. It was probably one of the coolest gifts I got for Christmas, even though I was disappointed when I was her little face. It’s not like I’ve never seen little kids before, but I think that the impact was different when I saw my little sister.
Together with my grandma, I went to the hospital, right after my mom gave birth and I remember like it was yesterday that she, ,,the new kid”, was super tiny, was brunette and could barely open her eyes. I was a bit disappointed, but excited at the same time, as for the past 7 years I was the spoiled one in the family and now I had somebody to share this with.
We kinda grew up apart, as I’ve been changing a lot of schools, and she still lived with my parents. Even though we’ve mostly been apart for the past 10 years, she’s always been there and I am super excited that now she’s growing into an amazing woman.
She used to send me messages like this, when even though I was not home for Chrismas, I made sure Santa sent her a gift.
Sometimes, she really likes to mock me. You’ll understand why.
Today, she’s finally 18 and we will be able to do all the things we’ve always wanted to do together. If till now, she was ,,too little” , I am really happy we can now share clothes, dreams, dramas, ideas and support each other.
Hang in kiddo, we can finally travel the world together!