Little Sister

I have a little sister. She is 15 years old (almost 3 years my junior), her name is Cara and I love her dearly. She is my only sibling and although we can fight over anything and everything we are still what I would term close. When I say close though I don’t mean physically because for the last five weeks the closest I’ve been to my sister is hearing her voice over the phone because she has been on a grand adventure in India!

At my school we have various exchanges to schools all over the world and one is to a school in a town called Shimla which is situated in the foothills of the Himalayas in India. When I was 15 I went there and it was incredible. I loved it and it helped me grow as a person (for future reference I am planning to do a blog about India with my sister so watch this space!). It inspired me and it is one of the most interesting exchanges that my school offers so my sister decided to apply for it and five weeks ago she and two other girls set off on the trip of a life time. They saw Delhi and Agra and more… and have been attending Auckland House School in Shimla for just over a month now.
Tomorrow she comes home and I can’t explain what I feel.
I am ecstatic and excited to see her and have her explain every detail but I’m also slightly sad because to see someone you love experience something so amazing is incredible and I don’t want the journey to end for her. Obviously it has to so I’m mostly focussing on the excitement I feel!

But not having her here combined with the eagerness at getting her back has really made me think about having a little sister. I’ve always loved writing but I often find that I cannot express the depth of emotion which exists and this includes what I feel for my sister. It is impossible for me in words to explain what she means to me. My sister is my best friend, she is the one I ask (and trust) for fashion advice, the one who never puts my movies back in place, the one who cooks for me because I can’t, she is the one that talks to me in awkward moments, and she is the person who has stood with me, for me (occasional against me) looking out for my best interests in everything I do and I owe her big! But I have missed her and I do love her and she most definitely deserves an entire blog just for her (maybe she deserves a few more)!

Cara has this endless energy. She bounces about and talks nonsense and I promise you it is practically impossible to be in a bad mood around that. She was nicknamed the Duracell Bunny for her excessive energy when no one else had any. She is witty. I wish I was funny and could make clever come backs but I have given up the hope of that being me my little sister on the other hand is quickly getting the hang of it. She is a fast thinker and always has something sharp and unusual to say which will put everybody in stitches. Cara doesn’t fear anything, Ok I’m lying she is not one for horror movies, however she can and always has tried to climb up anything. I hated climbing but Cara would rather be a monkey that stay down on the ground with the rest of the world. She has brilliant taste in clothing (I think this may have something to do with my influence or at least I hope so). She is creative as anything. Her art and photographer are incredible and much better than mine were at that age (even at this age). She has this incredible perseverance and can-do attitude. You know when you come up with an idea that great and if your like me its going to remain a great idea because you and I never actually do them. Cara does them. If she wants to paint? She’ll paint! If she wants to run? She’ll run! My sister is also kind which I find is hard to do now days. People can often be selfish and Cara hasn’t grown that. She tries to be caring and helpful and all she wants to do is make sure that the world is ok and everybody is alright.

My little sister is a hundred more things and can do even more than that. She is incredible and she inspires me everyday. I Love you baby sister! I really do!