At first she was the baby,
New and round and pink,
Giggling for me in her swinging chair
Like she did for no one else.
Then she was a brat,
The bane of my existence,
Sticking her nose into my business
And her nails into my skin.
Then she was my sister
And I her self-appointed boss
She lied for me, I covered for her,
Our arrangement was convenient.
Then she was my equal
Late night phone calls and secret codes
Private jokes and movie dates
Trading books and slumber parties
And surprises for no reason.
First she was the baby,
And then she was a brat.
Next she was my sister,
And now she is my friend.
