The light of my life: my little sister

Stefania Valeria
When I was a child I loved to play alone; being social was not my forte. But eventually I dreamed about having a little sister. I visualized dressing her and doing her hair, putting make up on her and having her as my best friend but I knew that at 11 years old I wouldn’t be getting a sister and that I had to accept the fact that I would be an only child for the rest of my life.

 Boy was I wrong.

My mom came into my room as I was figuring out how “the internet” dial-up connection worked (yes, internet is not that old). She sat on my bed with a big smile and for some reason I knew the news were big.

 My sister was born on New Year’s Eve 1998. One of the happiest days of my life.

I stood there and watched her from the hospital’s nursery window thinking how perfect she was. The first time that I took her in my arms my heart was beating very fast: I was afraid I would drop her. She opened her eyes and stared at me deeply. I knew in that exact moment, that I had just met the light of my life. 

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3 thoughts on “The light of my life: my little sister

  1. Like you I have a little sister too, she is 21 years !!!! younger than I am and my oldest son was only 2 years younger than she is, she was born after I got married and yes her mum and dad are my mum and dad, it was a total surprise for my parents and for me and my brother. I have a very good relationship with her and her kids, she sees me as part sister and part mum as our mum died when she was about 20 years old. I am godmother of her and of her daughter. I am soooo happy with my little sister !

    • Awwww this is such a heart-warming story dear! We can relate to each other because we both took care of them as sister/mother. It’s wonderful right? It’s like a special bond we have with our sisters 🙂 . May you are and your sis be always happy to have each other 🙂 . Cheers to us!

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