As I chained, I started thinking about my sister and all we’ve been through together. Memories of pretending we were on Kids Incorporated (I was always Renee, she was always Martika) came flooding back with each stitch. I changed colors and instantly remembered the time we dressed up our little brother in a bikini top (neon yellow Body Glove, of course) and tutu. As I continued to stitch I thought of how scared I was each time she had to be rushed to the hospital because her asthma was acting up, and I remembered thanking God the time she emerged from a horrible car accident unscathed.
The memories came rushing in and I laughed as I thought back to when I tried to help her hide a puppy in our bedroom, and laughed even harder when I remembered my mom’s face when she opened up our door to see a tiny Pug puppy sound asleep in a wading pool in the middle of our floor. With each single and double crochet, I was filled with thoughts of her and of how entwined our lives have become.
I know that our relationship has changed now that we are older and she has children but one thing hasn’t changed: she’s still my big sister and she’s still the prettiest, coolest, and funniest girl I’ve ever known. So I hope that when she wraps this scarf around her neck, she feels the love and memories I’ve stitched into this, and overlooks the fact that I completely disregarded her request for black and gray and went with black and purple instead.
Once a little sister, always a little sister, right?