Sisterly love

I don’t have any sisters but I wish I had. My two brothers usually gang up on me and sometimes it gets a bit much. How do you argue with two boys who insist that women should be in the kitchen? Eventually you just give up and ignore them, even though sometimes I do have this urge to strangle them. But I am not strong enough. They are just too big for me.

I am very jealous of girls who have a sister(s). They get to share clothes, make-up, go out together, talk about boys, you know, do all those “girly” things that sisters do. I usually get to do that on my own and believe me, talk to yourself long enough and eventually you will start to reply to yourself – scary. Sure, sisters fight too, but who doesn’t love a b*tch fight, hey? Lol.

But I am not that unfortunate these days, thanks to my pastor’s three daughters. They are the closest thing I have to having sisters and they are very dear to me, I’d do just about anything for them. For the past 5 years or so, we have really become close. We get up to mischief, share thoughts and dreams, borrow each other’s clothes, go jolling, etc. In fact, we spend so much time together I even asked my mom if I could move in with them and send their brother as a replacement for me. The thought of having 3 hungry boys in her home almost gave my mother a heart attack. Poor woman, bless her.

Renate is the oldest, she is 22. I don’t get to spend much time with her as she spends her life working. But she is fun and provides some gold moments, like when walking into sliding doors! Shame. Ulrike just turned 21 last month and we had one of the best parties ever – that is how all the kak with sleeping over in other people’s homes started, haha. But it’s been one hell of a fun ride since then. She loves to have deep, intelligent conversations and though some of her ideas are still a bit naïve, you have to admire her strong beliefs and determination. She also provides me with some good advice in times of need, especially these days when I seem to have the worst luck with men (but that is another story, another blog). And she makes me laugh when she does impersonations. Her best is doing the Shakira, you go girl! This year we have threatened to do another ABBA duet at our church’s Spring Festival / Beerfest. You have all been warned!

Strangely enough, I get on best with the youngest of the three, Ingrid, who is going to turn 19 in a few weeks’ time. We get up to mischief when we are together though we have tamed down a bit. She can be shy and quiet at times but give her some encouragement and she will become my partner in crime in our latest prank or misdemeanor. I love her to bits. She has been there for me through thick and thin. We share the same taste in music, movies, clothes but luckily not men! Look through my photo albums and you will see hundreds of photos of Ingrid and I – usually before and after photos! I vaguely remember a drunken moment a few weeks ago while watching the rugby at a pub. I confessed that I love her as a sister – that ended in tears. Damn those Jager-bombs!

So, even though I don’t have any biological sisters, I thank God for giving me these three special girls as my “adopted” sisters. Without them, I don’t know what I’d do, probably just talk to myself the whole day!