I love you sister.




Your blonde hair, brown eyes, freckles, slim figure, pretty smile.

Your hippy dress sense, and your intriguing personality.

You have always had an addictive personality.

When something is on your mind, it almost becomes an obsession, you know what you want in life.

From collecting stones when you was younger to becoming a vegan.

When you want something you put your mind to it and you go and get it.

You always do.

I am so proud of you my beautiful sister.

I will always be here for you, by your side.

We used to fight like cat and dog.

I would wind you up and you would snap.

As soon as we got to a certain age I realise how special you was to me.

My sister.

We have been through some challenging experiences together.

I couldn’t pick a better person to share these experiences with.

I hope I have helped you through your life.

Like you have helped me.

You mean the entire world to me.

I will never forget when you went through your mental breakdown.

It cut everyone up seeing how it effected you.

Hanging out with the wrong people.

Taking horrible drugs.


It broke my heart into a million pieces when you confided in me you had been raped.

I was heartbroken.

You cried in my arms, I gave you the best advice I could.

A man you loved done this to you.

Thought it was okay because you was together.

You begged me not to tell mum and dad.

So I didn’t.

I just wanted to protect you.

The only thing I could do was beat him up.

This didn’t really help you I don’t think, It was more because my anger got the better of me.

I wanted to kill this bastard.

How dare he hurt my loving beautiful sister.

The next few years where rocky.

I knew you had been cutting yourself, I could see the marks.

That day me and you was fighting and I found a knife under your pillow.

This cut me up, I blamed myself.

It broke my heart.

Mum and dad where so worried about you.

We just wanted you to be okay.

You was diagnosed with bipolar but you refused to take your medication.

You was determined you didn’t have it and that you was okay.

You went out most weekends and got yourself in risky situations.

I was at a difficult stage in my life too.

I always wish I had done more to support you and help you.

Things soon started to change slowly.

You qualified as a dental nurse.

Now you are in Australia travelling on your own.

My sister.

I am so proud of you.

More than you will ever know.

You fought the depression, anxiety and other mental health disorders.

You got there.

I love you to the moon and back.




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