Blog # 12

Sitting on my bed looking around my room many happy thoughts came into my head, but one thing really caught my eye. My sisters high school graduation picture, she is wearing a white cap and gown, her hair is pin straight, which is how it always is or she goes nuts, her make-up is done just like I taught her, and her smile is perfect. One word came to mind when I see her in that picture, proud. I know you are not supposed to pick favorites with in a family but if i had to choose it would be Cyd. She is a younger version of me, who made better choices. She has always had a good head on her shoulders and I think everyone could be a bit more like her. She does not look at the world through rose colored glasses, she see's people and things just the way they are. She is not afraid to fall in love even though she knows the pain of it ending; she always speaks her mind, and has a heart of gold. I am so honored to be her big sister and blessed to have her in my life, for we are each other’s rocks, and without her I would not be complete. Looking up at her face I could not ask for a better sister or friend.