She is the black sheep of the family. The one who has made mistakes so great that others among us have seen as so scandalous, so irresponsible, that they turned their back on her. I must shamefacedly admit that though I didn't disown her, I perpetually nagged her and picked on her and at her in an attempt to steer her in the 'right directon.' Yet despite it all, my sister remained undaunted and unapologetic. Her life was and is what it is.
In the past year my own life took an unexpected turn. Suddenly faced with the end of my marriage and an upheaval that would be drastically life-changing, I turned to her. Though I was often judgemental of her and her choices, never once has she judged me for mine. Regardless of what I have done or intend to do, she remains behind me, offering encouragement and support.
It was one day recently when I called her greatly distressed by a situation which was entirely of my own making did I realize how much wisdom she has gained and how strong she has become, all of which has been acquired through the very choices I judged her for.
Without a doubt, she is my best friend and I would be lost without her. My greatest regret is that I was not there for her as she has been for me, when she needed me most. I only hope that I can make it up to her in the future.