My sister is two years older than me, but, our childhood was filled with rancour and full blown hatred. We were friends until I was 8.  Something must have happened along the line, she turned from a loving sister to a very ugly monster.

Respect in my family or should I say, in my culture, has always been overemphasized. Though my sister is just two years older, I was not allowed to “disrespect ” her in any way. I had to let her win at all time and it was okay for her to send me on errands without any complaint from me. She was cunning and very clever at been cunning.She was stronger than me and she knew how to place her argument.

By the time I was in my pre-teenage, the relationship between us had turned sour and we never saw eye to eye. Our teenage years were filled with flashes of lightning and thunderstorms. It was filled with pure hatred, an absolute menace. My sister was popular among her friends and I had a score of people who hated me. I also tried my best convincing my friends as well. Some of them knew she was evil and I tried to shut her out of my life. (more…)