My Sisters and I

First off I would like to state, I LOVE ALL MY SISTERS! The picture is me on top, my sister, Misty, then my sister, Chelsea, with her tongue out. Aren't we beautiful!

I am the youngest of four, the baby, the brat and let me tell you my siblings never failed to let me know it. My oldest sister, Misty, was forever pointing out to me my weight problems and how much she hated my hair as any oldest sis would do but when the day came to a close and we were all about to go to bed my sister would pull me close and talk to me. About everything, from who she was mad at from school that day to who she had a crush on, she would play with my hair and just talk. Misty is about nine years older than me and has always and will always be an enigma for me. She is stubborn and driven, she loves to dance and loves all sorts of music, she works hard and is very good at what she does. She has a laugh that is contagious and when she thinks you have done something stupid or annoying she says, "Ewwww I don't ever wanna see/hear that again." In school she was popular, track and flag were her areas and she put 100% into everything she did. She doesn't pretend to be anyone other than herself, she isn't ashamed of anything she has done, she lives for her three kids, and she is as sharp as a tack but still an air head.

My sister Chelsea is my best friend, my worst enemy, my pearl, and my burden all at once. We are only 22 months apart so growing up we were one anther's best friend. She is the reason I have my love of reading, she is the reason I am not shy, she is the reason I am grouchy most of the time. Chelsea is a free spirit. She has a quick wit and a hard-headedness that prevents her from doing anything she doesn't want to do. She was part of the popular crowd in school but never had that harshness about her that most popular girls do. She is just a very likable person. Eager to laugh and sing, quick with a kind word and a smile, not afraid of anything on this planet except our father and for the most part craves interaction. I remember always getting talked into going into the store for her when we would walk to school together, I remember playing dinosaurs on our front lawn, I remember her reading books to me over and over and over again. Once when I was little I was going to run away because something my oldest sister had done and Chelsea, afraid of losing me but still wanting me to make my own decisions made up our garage into a bedroom for me. She then informed me that I could run away to the garage and that she would slip me meals and books to read. Over the years we have grown apart, its only natural, but she is still my best friend.

I woke up one morning, around 6 0r 7, to the sound of my phone going off. At this time I was living in a quaint apartment in Arkansas and working for a day care center. I answered my phone and heard a mumbling version of Misty's voice on the other end.

"I AM calling her Steve* shhhh hold on....HELLO!? Tanya??"

"Hello...Misty?? Is that you?"

"TANYA! Hey you remember how mean I was to you when we were younger?......did I ever apologize? Because if I didn't I want to now okay?! I am really sorry, Steve and me well we have been talking about this practically all night and he said he apologized to you but that I need to because it will make me feel a whole lot better..." (by this time Misty was in tears and I could hear her sniffling, disgustingly I might add, into the phone)

"No Misty, you never did apologize. I accept your apology. Have you been drinking?"

"Oh wonderful! Yeah...I am in Yuma with Steve for his birthday. We came to watch a fight and just chill out and drink and catch up..."

"Umm Misty? Yeah, I'm sorry but you do know its about time for me to get ready for work right? I am going to have to call you back okay? I love you."

"Oh I forgot hahaha sorry I love you too." click

Before this event ever took place in my life I had been holding a grudge. Against Misty, you see Misty is my half sister we have different fathers and for some reason Misty never did like my dad. She made fun of him every chance she got and disobeyed him at every turn. I felt as if the whole reason she was so nasty to me most of my life was because of her hatred of my dad and I found it cruel and unfair and heartbreaking. Before this event I didn't speak hardly two words to Misty unless I had to. Before this event she wasn't my sister. One little phone call at the most random moment changed my life, it let me release my anger and unclench my fists. It allowed me to have a big sis again.

*Steve is our brother. You will learn more about him later.