Do you know her?

I was in my fourth grade when I first saw her. She is beautiful which made a bit jealous. Her smile is just so pure. I spent most of my time with her. I loved her. But things did not continue to be lovely they took a turn when she got hurt by me accidently for which I was scolded badly by my mother. I started feeling rage and jealous for her. People around loved her so much that my presence went unnoticed. This made me feel less important. My rage and jealous disappeared over time. She annoyed me a lot of times and sometimes teasing her became my favorite way of getting back at her. 

This is how our relation was for years. But few months of a year made me understand her, my perspective on her changed so much that she became my go to person. She is the comfort I craved for years. She is the sense of security my soul wants. I never experienced love the way she loves me.

She loves me so much that her love showed me how to love myself. She is someone who I needed at every emotion. She is the person who cries right after our quarrel and who I just go hug because that quarrel does not mean our relationship. She never judges me but that does not mean she is an ideal person. She has her lows, there are moments when she does not listen to me, when she shouts at me. But...

 She is a human, having quarrels and misunderstanding are most human things, who loves me and will continue to do so. She is my sister.