& it wasn't her fault.

Marissa Lynn Schaich.

She never asked for it, and neither did we. It's not a bad thing, and it's probably the best for her. I couldn't possibly begin to imagine our lives any differently, and I'll always love her, unconditionally no matter what. She's my biglittle sister, and I'm okay with that. It took me a while to accept it; I was never going to have a "normal" sister, but normal is just a setting on the washing machine so I'm not trippin'. We fight, we laugh, we cry, we argue, we hit, and we make up. Just like every other set of sisters in the world. She gets annoyed when I tell her what to do, because she's the big sister, even if I am taller than her. I taught her how to use make up, and a hair straightener. I even taught her the multiplication tables. She may be nineteen legally, but she's an eight year old at heart, and she's my favorite eight year old at that. She plays her music on repeat, and I never give her an album I love, because by the time she's done with it I'll never want to hear it again. I guess that's partially the reason I got into alternative rock, I knew she didn't like it. We have a daily battle over the front seat, and I will continue to win until she becomes more intimidating. She never lets me order her around unless we get physical, and just a little shove is all it takes to get her to step down. She's a size extra small in everything, and I tend to make fun of her because nothing can fit her quite right. She often repeats what I say, and my mother get so upset with her! I was once dared to talk in an accent for a week, so I did it. The week after she was talking in an accent too. It was hilarious, but my mother didn't see it. We've never fought over boys, because they honestly just aren't worth it, and we don't have the same "taste". We have fought over clothes though, it's the important things that are worth fighting for. She gets so embarrassed by me, especially when she invites her friends over, and they watch high school musical, and I sing every word to every song. She tells me I'm horrible and a meanie face. I admit it, I used to be mean to her, but that was when I was young and immature and understand what I did was wrong. It was never her fault, it was always mine. It takes a lot to get a special needs kid to warm up to you, but it takes a second for them to hate you. I've been trying to be friends with her for the past fifteen years, and I have yet to succeed in getting a simple thank you from her. She only says please or thank you to me when my mom says she has to. I try so hard, and my parents always help. They know that one day, she'll be in my custody, and I'll have to take care of her. As hard as it sounds, and looks, and as much as I may complain about it, she's my sister, and I love her. I'd do anything for my family, because at the end of the day, they'll always be family. My own flesh and blood.
Now that's something no one should ever be sorry for.