I tried to love my sister, the same way I would have loved a handicapped child or one with Down’s Syndrome. But instead of missing a limb or a chromosome, Ellen lacked warm and fuzzy feelings as well as a conscience.
I love her so much I could squeeze her and squeeze her until she exploded into a billion shimmering bits and I’m terrified of losing her forever, because all my sister wants to do is join the Marine Corps.
Growing up as an only child, there was absolutely nothing I wanted more than that warm, cozy relationship my friends with sisters seemed to have. It wasn't until I was older that I realized it was mainly a fantasy.