3 A.M.

              I couldn't sleep that night. I had a fight with my best friend again. I wasn't even wrong this time, why does she blame me for things I didn't do? I was emotionally burdened because of it. It was the worst kind of pain, emotional pain. Emotional pain is like having broken ribs, on the outside it looks like nothing is wrong, but inside every breath hurts. I was thinking about how she told me that I wasn't acting like her anchor anymore when I heard a moan.
             A low, scarily painful moan. It was her! It was my sister and she was in pain!
             A sprain. A back sprain, to be precise. It was hurting her and she was moaning in her sleep because of that. Physical pain, the one that wouldn't let you sleep peacefully at night. Physical pain, the kind of pain that our bodies express what our minds cannot handle feeling, or knowing.
             So there I was, at 3 A.M; awake, massaging my sister, relieving her from the physical pain that was hurting her. I don't think she even realized, or even whether I realized that while trying to relieve her, I was relieving myself at the same time. Just being with her made me feel so much more better about myself, about my life. I know for one that she was already feeling better 'cause hello, I've heard that I have magic in my hands. But on a serious note, she's my favorite reason to lose sleep.

           The emotional pain was fading. Not completely, obviously. It still hurts now and then, but being with her just made it so much better. And it's not about getting over something, it's about how this girl, this girl who herself was in pain made me feel good. Made me feel good by staying there with me, ordering me to massage that sprained back that she was carrying along with her. And even though she didn't even say a thank you after she felt so much better, I could see it in her beautiful eyes that she was thoroughly grateful for what I had done. And I can easily say that that night, my sister and I came a little closer to each other, the unspoken bond between us somehow grew stronger. So yeah, 3 A.M; lots and lots of pain and a mending relationship. Best night ever.
            This is my sister, an annoying brat who acts like she is 4 instead of 21. She is my mirror staring right back at me. She's the one that I can kill a million people for. She's the one who has been with me right from the start. She has seen me grow and I know that somewhere, deep inside, I have a part of her growing, in me, within me.
           And I'm not just saying all this because we share the same clothes or the same room or heck, even the same blood. I'm saying all this because I know and  everyone else who knows her knows this too: She deserves every bit of it. She deserves to be happy. She deserves every bit of happiness and all that jazz that comes along with it.
         I know that things will not always go my way and that one day I'll have to face the harsh reality of life. But I know one thing for sure, as long as I have my sister with me, everything will be okay. As long as I have her standing beside me, I don't mind fighting against the world. It's gonna be us against them. We're waiting for you with food, love and lots of well, food. Bring it on, baby.