My Little Sister

The wide eyed girl, who stares up at me with curious yet confused eyes.

She looks at me with admiration, yet as if I am a puzzle she is trying to fit together in her mind.

We are completely different, from our skin color, to our outlooks on dirt.

She's been through so much, but has spent so much time trying to help others.

Myself, in particular.

My little sister, has been the one holding me up the past year, and she is still sitting there, looking up at me.

And I can't help but smile back at her, yet shed a tear.

She says she wants to be as strong as me one day.

She says she wishes she could love as hard as me.

She says that I am the least selfless person she has ever met.

Well, my little sister.

You are just as strong, if not stronger than me.

You love as hard as I do, if not harder.

And you, you are the least selfless person that I know.

I say this to her, but I know she will never believe me

Nor listen.

But through the eyes of  a big sister, strength is all I see.

I don't know how you could get much stronger then my little sister.

She smiles everyday as if she wasn't crying the night before.

Even though I hear her sobs through the echos of mine.

She's stubborn, hardheaded, is extremely good at the talent of guilt tripping.

She bats her beautiful brown eyes, and the world stops in its tracks.

As she stares at me, I stare back at her.

Not trying to understand, just wishing -

That one day, I will be as strong as my little sister.

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