Growing up, my little sister and I never really got along very well. We would fight about anything. What to watch on TV, who got to use the computer, bathroom time—basically you name it and we fought about it. Usually the fights didn’t get too out of hand, but there were the occasional instances when objects were hurled at the others head. More often than not, the fights would end in a screaming …showed first 75 words of 570 total…

…showed last 75 words of 570 total…would now have to deal with mom and dad all alone. I am glad my sister and I worked out our aggressions when we were younger. Now that she is finally starting to grow up, she has a better idea of what I went through. She now knows that she can relate to me and she can come to me if she ever needs anything. It’s a good feeling to know she needs me.