My sister would have been 30 this year – my little sister
would be a grown up. I sometimes wonder
what she might have done – would she be married, would she have children of her
own, what would her career be. Mostly
though I wonder what she would think of me.
Would she be proud of me, her big sister, proud of my
choices and the things I have done in my life?
Would she have grown up wanting to be like me, wanting her friends to
know I was her sister? Would we be
friends now as adults, would we go to bars together, or museums?
I like to imagine her all grown up, slim and beautiful with
blonde hair for some reason; she’s elegant and enchanting and her blue eyes
sparkle when she smiles. I don’t know what her face would be like, but it doesn’t
matter because in my imagination she is happy, loved and loving.
I look at the photographs I have of her and I wonder what
that little girl thinks of the grown up her big sister has become and I hope
that she is proud of me. I’m sure that I would have been so proud of her.
K x
