my sister

She is the lover of those who are vulnerable.
She is the fighter for those who don't have any fight left.
She is the quiet spring shower you didn't know you needed.
She is my sister.
She is Olivia.

I remember the first time I had a friend that wasn't "our" friend. And I think that's when I started to lose my "cool" factor as a big sister and moved more into the "get the heck out of my life" stage. For a long time I was afraid I would never leave that stage in her eyes.
I had friends.
She had friends.
We grew up.

Years and Months and Weeks and Days go bye.

The love never went away.
The joy and support never went away.
But I knew there would be a moment someone would think they loved her more than me.
And I will fight them for that till I die... but right now, I am thankful for the ones who have stepped in and loved her when I wasn't near. When I couldn't listen.

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Last night I lost my breath and couldn't hold back the tears because I was so proud of my sister.

I was proud that she remains to be the girl who loves the vulnerable.
     ... she continues to be the girl who fights for those who can't fight.
     ... despite all the world has thrown at her she stands tall for what she believes in.

The world needs more like her, offering safe places, resources, a hug.

I have chills thinking about her next big moves and all the things and people she will impact over time. But it turns out... I was never the "cool" sister after all.

She is.