Transcript Sisters.ppt
Sisters A Definition By Jennie Fischer Who a Sister Is… I met my sister in November of 1999 across a study hall table. At the time the only thing I knew about her was her name and that she was from France. Looking back a year later, I realize that although we weren’t blood related or friends our entire life, we formed the bond of sisters through time, struggles, and the key to it alllove. My sister was my friend before she became my sister. A few weeks after our first introduction, we had learned to trust and lean on each other when we experienced tough times. The second week of January, she became my sister. We packed up the few suitcases of her life and welcomed her into our home and lives. How a friend became a sister Although we knew each other before she moved in, we were further able to see each other in everyday action. What we did in our spare time, what our moods were like when we woke up in the morning, what kind of food we liked, how we handled getting tired of the other and overcoming it. Since we lived together, every night could be a sleep over or a late night movie marathon. The best times were talking until dawn. What Made Her a Sister As we got to know each other better, we began to realize what the other was capable of and what was important in our lives. Taking long walks on gravel roads, we hashed out our beliefs and values. We listened and accepted our differences and debated over important choices. She understood the importance of giving a card and getting one. I understood the meaning of being remembered and her importance of getting over the rough times and not letting them spoil life for days on end. We both came to realize what it meant to give each other room and how to adjust to someone you see everyday who has the same ideas and interests as you. When we knew we were sisters The day we said goodbye, she cried the first eight hours of her flight, and I for several hours a day after that. We didn’t experience loneliness together because we had companionship by just being there. We had someone to talk to, hug, or laugh with before. We counted on each other, planned things, spent our holidays together and pictures showed us physically as the family we felt mentally and emotionally. We were sisters because we learned every little detail about each other, good and not so good, saw what the other was truly like when niceness wore off, when stress ground down every last bit of hope and what hurt us to the core. After all that, we only loved each other more. My sister, Tifenn Prades