Her Name Is Always Sister

By Anisa Serrano

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For my Sister.

Although we do not share a last name, we share a soul.

Her name has always been Sister. Her name is and was never Melissa to me. I’ve never called her that (not seriously at least). She’s never been the older sister to tease and fight, she’s never been one to yell or scream. She’s just my sister. Yet nobody believes this fact. Not one soul who meets us believes that we are sisters. Nobody! It’s ridiculous, we do look a little different. Just a tiny bit.

One of us is a cocoa color, the other is a more vanilla shade.

One of us has glasses that seem to make her eyes brighter, the other has no lenses.

One of us went to so many concerts, she can barely hear now. The other hears stories.

One of us had an entire life before, and the other’s life has just been her Sister.

One of us is older and wiser, and the other is just beginning her journey.

Fine! Maybe there’s a lot of differences! But I refuse to see them.

For I know that our souls are identical and intertwined forever.

We share a soul in how we always seem to know what the other is thinking.

We share a soul in how we always crave a sweet treat at the same time.

We share a soul in how we confide in each other, as if it were just us in this whole world.

And though I know our lives are evolving and we won’t be together forever, in some way we will.

As you will always be a part of me and I hope I am a part of you, Sister.