My big sister is my best friend. She and I are so much alike it is unreal. I feel like we were both adopted or something. If we style our hair a certain way, it is inevitable that we are sisters. We both play volleyball, and at times we both would play outside hitter. I watch her every move because I hope one day I will be half the player she is. Her passes are phenomenal and when she sets they are almost always perfect. Her kills are exceptionally well with her vertical as high as it is. She also plays basketball and up until this year I did too, I would watch her play and want to play just like her one day. She is academically gifted, and brilliant. I hope am striving to be like her in every way. Her beauty is outrageously perfect. I try so hard to be like her because she is overall wonderful. She is genuinely sweet. She is my biggest fan. She and I will always be close I hope.. The memories we have will never fade. Snow pictures were freezing to take, but as I was looking at them, they looked like a professional had taken them. When my big sister goes to college, I am going to miss her like crazy. Going through and seeing her everyday, to not at all will be tough. I am going to go crazy a few times, but I know she is only a phone call away and she will always be there to help me out. Looking back, we have had some difficult times when I literally wanted to strangle her, but she is my sister. When you get a sister, you get them, you don’t choose them. There was a reason God gave me a sister like her. She straightens me out when I need it. She is crazy, and obnoxious and difficult, but she is also, loving, caring, and always there for me. Sisters: you learn to live with them, but they are impossible to live without. I hope I can be an inspiration to someone, as much as she has inspired me, to thrive in everything I do, and to do it with the best of my abilities. As I am writing this, my sister is snapchatting people, and watching Netflix trying to find a new series to watch since we just finished New Girl. We are now talking to my boyfriend. No sleep tonight! Haha no but really we are because I am tired. Anyway, life is crazy, and there are many ups and downs but a sister is a sister. She will always be there for me and I can never thank her enough!

Waking up on a warm Christmas morning in Anaheim, California is the greatest feeling in the world. I turn over in my bed and instantly smell Ryan’s morning breath and I am suddenly wide awake. Shaking his shoulder I yakked, “Wake up you goober! It’s Christmas morning and we are going to Carsland today! Wake up, wake, wake up!”

“Diddy, I’m awake, relax I am more excited than you are!!”

(Ryan could never say sissy so he always called me diddy.)

We rush down the stairs of our rental beach house, toward the kitchen where daddy was making chocolate chip mickey mouse shaped pancakes. As we hit the last stair we hear mommy yelping.

"Come see what Santa brought you two!"

We make a u-turn and head to our little Christmas tree that we brought from home. It is literally like a foot tall. Anyway, we head to the couch where we find piles of things for us! I got a Vera Bradley backpack, duffel bag, and straightener holder in my favorite print. Paisley meets plaid. It is mainly gray and pink. Ryan on the other hand got a blue wii for his room and a lot of games. We also got new outfits for Carsland. I got a Perrywinkle Sally shirt, new jeans, and coral pink nike free runs. Ryan got a royal blue Lightning McQueen shirt, jeans and bright orange free runs.

Obviously we want to wear those, so we try and change right that minute, but we were suddenly stopped by daddy’s famous words.

“Breakfast is ready!”

Well, its probably better if we do wait to change, so we wouldn’t get anything on our clothes!

We scarf down dinner and before we know it, we are in Carsland. We take all kinds of pictures, in the huge displays with the head cut outs. We eat at Flo’s cafe, a scrumptious lunch of cheeseburgers, with curly fries and a can of oil as they called it. (But really is was just coke) Ryan and I then took out our $5 bills out from Granny and went to the Casa Dela Tires to buy tire shaped ice cream (Don’t worry it was vanilla ice cream covered in a chocolate hard shell.) And then we saw it. The Convertible Cars races on Route 66. And there was no line! Ryan and I ran to the line and since he was 6 feet tall they let us ride together. As the riide started we made a sharp left turn and all of a sudden I had a sharp pain in my right side.

I am awaken and realize that the perfect day I had just imagined was all a dream. And the reality of it was that I was in my aunt and uncle’s basement with my 3 year old cousin’s foot in my rib. MERRY CHRISTMAS!