Seeing my little sister grow up is bittersweet because it feels like I'm watching her turn into a cuter, less fucked up version of me.
I raised her in such a way that makes it so she's very similar to me in personality, but she's naturally sweet and sociable to the point where the traits she took from me are expressed in the loveliest way possible. She's such a wonderful, lovable girl.
I feel sort of jealous when I watch her experience the happy adolescence I didn't, but I'm happy for her. I love her a lot - I hope she keeps loving me back for a long time.
