Growing up I always craved to have a sister of my own and that too an elder one, I don't know why but I just did. Or probably I do know, it was because I had so many cousin sisters who've got a sister of their own that I couldn't help wishing to have one for myself. I yearned to have someone to share my secrets with, to fight with, to prepare me for whatever was to come for me in the future, to steal clothes from and deny when asked for it, to have a sister-friend, to look out for guidance to when in trouble, to laugh with, to be taken care of, and to do everything that has to be done with a sister.
  Sometimes  I would tell my best friend that how I  hoped there was a sister of my own and that my parents were hiding it from me and maybe she stays abroad and will come to us some day soon. That never happened though, my fantasy is still a fantasy and I'm sure it will be forever so. Even now there are days when I can't help but want this to be true. Only I don't mind it so much now because I do have a younger brother who is not a kid any longer and understands what I have to say and doesn't tattle anymore. And some of my cousin sisters who have lessened this yearning by actually being there for me and taking care of me like how I wished to be taken care of. And some, well they are just there; not just for me.