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Duality: A look at the relationship between sisters

When considering which relationship in my life to focus on regarding this concept of duality, several people came to mind. However I kept coming back to one person, one whose initial introduction into my life was an unwelcome one at first and has since been a love-hate relationship. I have decided to delve into the details and complexities that only exist in sisterhood; specifically, the relationship between my little sister, Rebecca, and I.

Coming from a family of four daughters, the relationship among my sisters has been one of the most influential and meaningful parts of my life.  Each feeling, interaction, and event occurring among us has contributed to the person I have become today. My little sister is just over three years younger than me and was the first major “interruption” to my childhood bliss as the youngest and most spoiled member of the Sims extended family. Looking back, my initial dislike toward her was likely a combination of jealousy and confusion that occurred from losing this attention and transitioning to a middle child.

As we grew older and it was time to share rooms, it took my mother three hours to figure out that in order to keep peace in the household she would not be able to put the two youngest daughters in the same room. Immediately upon arriving into my bedroom Becca decided to relocate every meticulously placed item from the shelves, in one swift movement, to the floor. In short, I was hysterical. I was rewarded with my own bedroom.

Throughout the years, despite such a rocky start, we soon became the best of friends and possibly the closest of all of my sisters. However our relationship was a difficult one.  I equally enjoyed spending time with her and getting along as I did terrorizing her and making her cry. If one has had siblings, I strongly believe that they would understand this notion. In one of my least fine moments, I successfully convinced my five year old sister to get on the school bus, bundled up in a winter coat, hat and gloves – in the middle of spring. I will omit the rest of similar stories occurring throughout our childhood in order to maintain my present reputation as a sweet and innocent person.

The relationship between sisters is a complex one and what makes this relationship between Becca and I the most interesting is the extremeness in emotions and feelings that we have experienced toward one another over the years. One minute, we could yell, scream, and say things that you would not say to your worst enemy, and then get along fine the next minute. Although we still have the occasional arguments to this day, we have matured in this and tend to keep the battles less frequent and more civilized. She is one person that I could not live with or without.