The Rivalry Between I and My Elder Sister

My Confidant

I remember the rivalry between I and my elder sister, meg. She seemed so perfect in everything this made me envy her, we competed in almost everything and we had an explainable enmity building up between us as we grew older. Little did I know she would be my biggest influence in life. I would have never thought that someday she would be a shoulder to lean on and the closest person to share personal problems with. Our relationship surprisingly built up from the period of boarding school and its been growing stronger each day. It took me thirteen years of my life to realize what an extraordinary influence my sister has been in my life.

Her physical appearance certainly made her attractive and she is aware of just how good she looked. The flatters she receives boosted up her self esteem and increases her ego, but undeniably, she is an epitome of beauty; she has a pretty long face- a pair of big light brown eyes, prominent cheekbones, heart shaped lips with a gorgeous smile and a nose a bit out of proportion for her face. She always leaves her long black straight hair flowing down her back, and her dark radiant skin glowed under a black light, like backlist alabaster , she is about six feet tall with long straight legs and one would never spot her without a cat walk. She is shaped like a butternut squash a perfect body type for a lady. She has a tender, soft skin just like her voice, she looked like she couldn't hurt a fly. She is always dressed up which can be intimidating but sometimes unnecessary. She has a good particular scent "Red door," that one could detect from a distance. She always winked in an attractive way which I thought it was a conscious coy motive.

Meg behaved maturely almost intense for a twenty one years old girl, she is still in university and presently a model. Her physical appearance certainly made her bossy and domineering, she was always the center of attraction so it made her very confident also. She can be too direct and overbearing but she know her weaknesses and was able to manage them and I could also tolerate her even when she stepped on my last nerves. She has a good charisma, prestige and carriage people who didn't understand thought she was a proud person. We had the best relationship ever and we are inseparable. She enjoyed showing public affection of love to me by hugs and pecks on my cheeks or forehead.

There was many mishaps I went through during my last year of high school which seem to be explainable