My Sister

Kelly was always the perfect one. She appeared to have all the attributes of a saint: a great Christian life, grades any parent would be proud of, she knew just what to say to adults, and worst of all she never made a mistake. What parent would not love a daughter like that, and I always felt that mine loved her more then me. I don’t know, still to this day, whether my hatred …

…me, keeps my secrets, prays for me, and gives me advice. Deep down inside, I think that I have Kelly on a pedestal, as the Perfect Child. She is such a beautiful person inside and out, that all those years of putting her down and hating her seem so wasted. I regret all the moments we wasted trying to hurt and kill each other, when what we really needed was each other. 956 Words ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**