Never in a million years did I ever think that I would ever get along with my sister. Growing up 3 years apart from each other, we were constantly annoyed with each other or fighting with each other. Seriously, from what I can remember. I remember my mom would make her take me wherever her and her friends were going for some period of our lives. I was happy to go along and give my sister a hard time.

Once she moved out of the room we had shared our entire lives, I think we both started realizing that we could actually get along and even found that we shared some common interests. Little by little we were becoming real sisters.

Today, she is my best friend. I think she is an absolutely awesome person (perhaps, because she reminds me of...well, me :p). I love the way we can talk about something serious, something completely retarded, or just nothing at all.

Thank you God for Erica.