proud big sister

I will never be my little sister, which is okay, because if we were the same, we probably wouldn't get along very well. We have two very different personalities that compliment each other very well. Enough so that I'd call her my best friend. We've fought to the point of tears, we've laughed to the point of crying and it's made us better people because of it. She likes sweets, I like salt. She is comfortable with being the center of attention and I'd rather gnaw my limbs off than be put on the spot! Probably both to a fault, she speaks her mind and I hold stuff in.
My mom told me that my first day of school, she thought "if anyone hurts her feelings I'll kill em"and I was all smiles and Mom wanted to mean-mug all the kids, like don't you even think about it...On my sister's first day of school, she thought "I hope she doesn't hurt anyone"...mom thought Jenna'd just march in there and take charge, but while walking her down the hall to her classroom the grip on my mom's hand got harder and harder as the classroom got nearer, it made my mom wanna cry...THAT IS HOW I SEE MY BABY SISTER and I've always known she's needed protecting...the rough wall is just a coping mechinism, I've always sorta found pride in the fact that I'm on the same side as her, I only had to climb over that wall once. :)